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No One Here Gets Out Alive; One-Off Thread - NSFW
Topic Started: Jun 12 2011, 05:15 PM (3,555 Views)
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((Samya Franklin continued from Refraction))

Zach was talking to the cameras. He was here, though, with Samya again, so he could talk to whatever he wanted to, however he felt like doing so. At least his speech was usual for him. He wasn't going crazy, just letting off some steam. If this was what had stopped him from turning their encounter with Reiko into a firefight, Samya was totally fine with it.

He glared at her. That was... well, okay, she didn't know what that was, but it was okay. Zach was alive, she was alive, so everything was okay for now. He'd gotten a bit ahead of her, but that was okay too. They were in the residential area. It was almost comforting. She could just keep up. There were landmarks here, recognizable things. She quickened her pace a bit, moving to catch up, as they approached a store. Zach asked if she wanted anything.

"You think there's any trail mix?" she asked.

She'd had trail mix before. It had made things better, at least for a little. Maybe, just maybe, it would do it again.

She hoped the ending would be better than last time.
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She was looking for trail mix. It wasn't very hopeful. The shelves were pretty bare, and had clearly already been ransacked, stripped of most anything useful. Zach was off looking for something else. It was okay. The store was empty. No one would want to linger here. It was not particularly defensible, and certainly lacked the comfort of home.

She traced her hand along the shelves, swirling the dust with her fingers, wondering what this store had been like before all of this. She looked at some of the things, the silly little things for sale, cans and cleaners and such, and wondered where they would have been had the island still been inhabited. Still, no nuts, no raisins, no cereal. No M&Ms. She was looking at the floor, thinking that maybe someone had dropped a bag, when all of a sudden there was a loud noise and a great force and she found herself face down in the aisle.

Her legs were hurting, and badly. Her lower back hurt some, too. Had... had someone shot her? It was the quick conclusion, but no, no, that couldn't be right. It couldn't happen right out of nowhere. No way. No.

Zach was there, right? He was somewhere back there. But, no, she'd gotten too far ahead. She'd left him behind again. She'd split off, and now she was paying. This wasn't right. They were supposed to be camping. They were supposed to be having fun.

She wasn't having fun. She'd definitely been shot, and badly.

But she wouldn't, couldn't go down without a fight. She had her gun, and she painfully flipped herself over, firing an unaimed shot in the rough direction of her assailant, feeling the kick, and calling over it, "Zach!"
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She missed. Didn't matter. She had his attention. He was focusing his rage on her, all on her. It was the least she could do. It was all she could do for Zach now. Give him a chance to get clear. With her legs injured, the grim reality was that she was doomed. Her chances at making it out of here were gone. All she could hope for was to help Zach. She had gotten him into this mess, after all. She wished she could just undo it somehow, could just leave him at home. It would have made these days worse. Would have maybe caused her death a lot earlier. It didn't matter.

And the boy was beating her, and she was hurting, and the gun was clattering off somewhere, but she was trying to keep calm, keep under control, just to buy Zach a little longer. He'd probably come over, though. He'd probably try to save her. That couldn't happen. The boy had a gun, a big one. Zach was tough, but all it took was one shot to kill someone, no matter how tough they were.

So she had to make Zach leave. Had to make sure that one shot never came. And then the boy had moved, and she couldn't see him, and she was hoping he wasn't going after Zach. Not that. She had to keep him safe. Had to protect him, one last time. Had to see her best friend through this.

There was a crash, and something heavy fell on her. She was able to throw her arms over her head, to prevent it from killing her instantly. It was over, though, even more than before. She'd screamed in there, throughout, intermittently. Now, she fell quiet. She could barely see, through a small gap in the rubble.

He still had the gun. He even fired a couple times, bullets shredding through the material covering her. She felt the pain, once more, flashing throughout her body. She was dying, and quickly. Still no sign of Zach. She hoped he'd run, but at the same time, the thought hurt her somehow. He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't leave her.

And then, she thought she saw a figure behind the other boy, a figure she knew. The pain was overwhelming her, blood flowing from her various wounds, her vision fading to black, but she still managed one final effort, one last feat of strength. One shot. That would be all it took to end him. That couldn't happen.

"Zach," she said. "Run."

And then there was nothing more she could do.

G008, Samya Franklin: DECEASED
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