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Glitter & Rot
Topic Started: Aug 2 2011, 12:16 AM (1,371 Views)
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it was a graveyard smash
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((Josie Vernon continued from Float))

Josie Vernon left the swamp behind and with it, the downtrodden girl who'd asked her for matches. She'd done all she could, yeah, offered her any other help, but the girl seemed reluctant to take it. She seemed to be under some weird delusion that she was cursed, and it was easy to let someone else shoulder the blame. But... she wouldn't be able to take that nonsense for long. Eventually the girl would annoy her with her useless, delusional chatter, and Josie wasn't so sure that she could handle it. She had killed a boy she didn't know and her own best friend in cold blood. What about some annoying chick?

It was funny how murder changed people because, at the moment, Josie didn't feel too changed at all. It forced her to reevaluate herself, yeah, and sometimes she considered murdering other people, but she was still the same Josie. She still retained her fickle dreams and the same interests. Killing Sierra and that other kid hadn't immediately turned her into some monstrous psychopath.

She had always been a little cold, a little hesitant to communicate with others. She was perhaps just a bit colder now, a little less eager to talk to anyone at all. She was much less eager to group up with anyone. See how the situation at the beach went? Morgan ended up dead, but he was clearly out of his mind. How many others were bonkers? The girl, Celeste, was pretty crazy too. Josie just wanted to fly solo for awhile, perhaps figure out what to do.

The announcements honestly surprised her. There weren't many students left, less than fifty apparently, and Josie realized that it was getting down to the wire. Geez... Less than 50. How could that be? She wasn't sure if she should be shocked than almost all of her classmates that she'd known since grade school were now dead, or that she had actually made it so far, but there was one thought that kept popping up within her mind: What would it be like if Sierra was here? Josie wasn't sure. Would she still be depressed?

Josie was glad Sierra was dead. She'd made up her mind. If someone was to take Sierra away from her by force, Josie would be left feeling empty and depressed, tortured and agonized. She wouldn't be able to live with herself to know that Sierra had went through so much pain and Josie had done nothing, but at least Josie had spared her best friend of such an experience.

A smile broke through the scenester's usually rigid face. With her gun resting over her shoulder, Josie crossed into the residential area and walked amongst the houses, taking in the silent scenery. There were corpses scattered here and there, but she didn't look at them too much. It was scary how something so macabre could become so complacent. She didn't want to hide out in a house, no, it was too stereotypical. Everyone hid in houses. There were some less typical looking buildings, a convenience store, a grocery shop, a pub... But one building struck Josie's fancy the most.

It was a grey building that didn't really stick out much amongst the other buildings. It was slightly to the side, and there was a dusty looking parking lot set before the building. The chipped-paint above the front doors read, "Recreational Center." Josie decided that since the center was mostly intact, it was probably a safe place to go. Perhaps no one had even entered it before - no bodies, no decaying-corpse stench.

She approached the front door and tried it, but it didn't give way at first. It felt almost like the lock was jammed or something. A few more wiggles of the knob, and the door finally opened, giving way to complete and utter darkness. The air was heavy and dusty, and Josie didn't have a flashlight, so the trek to the inner-workings of the recreation center would be next to impossible. There was no electricity on the island, so the lights didn't work... Perhaps some of the other rooms had windows? Josie slowly stepped inside, but she didn't bother to shut the door behind her. She needed the light. She simply kept sidling forward, her eyes peeled for any inconsistency within the wall that would tune her into the presence of a door.

Perhaps she should just go back into the light... This was too frightening. What was she even looking for? There surely wasn't anything of interest in here.
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Josie slowly moved forward, the light behind her casting an eerie shadow on the wall. She looked tall and elongated, much like a monster. If she was a child in an innocent world, she would outstretch her hands and stomp around, growl and pretend to smoosh the ground beneath her flat. The urge flickered through her mind, but she'd feel silly playing pretend in a place like this... or at all. Doing something like that would clearly say, "I've gone utterly and completely mad."

Josie wasn't at that level yet. She was okay. She just moved forward, one foot after the other. Her left foot hit something hard, and she reached forward, touching a smooth wall. She began to search the wall with her hands, feeling for something, anything. She was mostly looking for a door, but so far, she'd found a light switch (which obviously didn't work) and dusty ridges that once must have supported something or another. No door, not yet... Keep searching. For some reason, she felt compelled to move further into this building.

There was a flash of light behind her, and the room lit up almost instantly. Josie blinked, realized that there was a door mere inches from her left hand. The light was unsteady, so she realized that someone was most likely holding a flashlight. Great, discovered. Who would she meet next? Who would try to shove their delusional episodes upon her? Who would try to kill her or threaten her life?

She turned around, well-prepared to face some kid that she'd never met, never talked to before in her life because, let's face it, Josie rarely talked to anyone that wasn't Sierra. But the person was familiar... too familar. He was... well, geez. Someone she considered a friend. She knew him. Hadn't spoken to him much recently and hadn't given him much of a thought since her entrance to the island, but here stood Nick. He helped her out when she was struggling with a project. Nick, Jessica, and Alex. She remembered it clearly. After they were done, there was pie involved. She definitely remembered that.

"Nick... Is that you?" she asked. She knew it was him, but it still felt proper to ask. "I, uh, it's been awhile... How have you been? You're not hurt or anything, are you?"

Not that she could do anything if she could. The only possession she had was her gun, and that was like.. the opposite of a first-aid kit.

"Have you seen Jessica and Alex around...? I haven't seen either of them..."
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Nick said that he wasn't hurt, and Josie legitimately felt relieved. Thank goodness he was alright. It felt wrong to be so happy that someone else was okay when her best friend was clearly dead, but nonetheless, she was glad. She didn't really want to see anyone in pain, and she definitely didn't want to see her friend die in front of her. But... he'd obviously changed. Josie remembered him as cheery and upbeat, and this boy was a mere shadow of his former self.

Was that so surprising? No. Josie would be worried if Nick had maintained his normal colorful personality, but she couldn't help but wonder if she'd changed too. She didn't really think she had, no, but... How else could she change? Josie had always been withdrawn and quiet, cold and calculating. She didn't feel much different, just perhaps depressed.

He explained that he had some cuts on his hands from some weird weapon he had, and Josie nodded politely, not offering much in the way of conversation. Silence filled the room, and she looked down at her feet, desperately trying to think of something to say. There was... nothing. She looked up quickly when he began to cough and seemed almost a little weirded out when the cough became a laugh. She stayed quiet and listened, didn't flinch much or anything when he admitted to being a murderer.

She thought she would feel more shocked, but she really didn't. Perhaps it was because she herself had killed two people, but she understood that deaths weren't so black and white. Maybe Nick had a reason, maybe he didn't. She didn't really give a fuck. She wasn't one to judge. It wasn't like she felt endangered. She doubted Nick would try anything, even if he did have that badass looking rifle. Josie herself had a badass gun, so she figured she was okay. Nick was a friend. But Josie was living proof that sometimes friends kill other friends.

"You can try and make up for what you did as much as you want, but you don't have long left. Just sayin'." Josie said. She hadn't meant for it to come off so cruelly, but it had. Oops. She might as well have said, "You're going to die soon, and there's nothing you can do about it! You think you have a chance in hell of being the lucky survivor?"

Josie almost missed it. Almost missed the part where Nick told her about Alex and Jessica's deaths. It hit her hard, but she wasn't sure why. It wasn't like a surprise or anything. Lots of people were dead, but still... It was two more people that she knew, two more people that were gone from her life. She tried to take the news like a game of 'ol Oregon Trail. A pop-up would flash on the screen, say that someone died of cholera, and you just kept going. No stopping, no mourning, no further mention of that person. Josie could be like that... keep going and forget about Jessica, but admittedly... She was sad. Damn, jumping off a cliff. That took some guts.

"I'm really sorry to hear about that, Nick. I know you two were very close..." She wanted to say a lot more, but she didn't want to depress him or make him think about Jessica's death more. She knew how it felt to lose someone close. You didn't want to think about them. Maybe say something corny like, she's in a better place. ...Naw. Best to just keep silent.

Nick asked her if she was okay and if she was hungry. She stayed silent for a few moments, toying with the switch on her flashlight. How was she? Very good question. She was physically perfect. Hungry, weak, and sleep deprived? Yes. Mentally, she considered herself good too. She wasn't rocking in a corner, slitting her wrists, or talking to trees, so that was good too. She was just... alone. "I'm lonely," she admitted. She had meant to say that she was good, but the lonely part just burst out of her mouth. Oops.

"I, uh, I don't have any food or anything. I'm, yeah, I guess I'm kinda hungry, but.. it's okay." She'd feel awkward if he offered her any of his. She couldn't possibly do that. Josie would feel horrible.

And then he pulled out a loaf of bread. She waved her hands around in front of her, the flashlight's beam jolting around from the movement. "No, no. I'm good, really."
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Josie listened silently as Nick told the story about the two thieves. At first, she didn't quite get the story. She didn't understand why it held any importance to the situation, but it became a bit clearer when Nick explained it. She thought it was kind of funny that Nick thought of that story in this situation. Josie couldn't really recall many stories that were relevant to her life at the moment. She even thought about it, scouring the recesses of her mind for anything, but there was nothing. Typical.

"That's really deep, Nick." She didn't think much about her response. Josie was typically the type of person who thought really deeply about her actions and responses, but the words just came out. That had been happening more frequently lately. "I'm sure it doesn't mean much, but I think you're a good person. Better than me, I'm positive." She really meant that last part. Josie hadn't given a single thought towards faith and goodness. She didn't even really believe in Jesus or God. If there was a God and all that stuff, she knew where she was going. And it was, most likely, quite hot. Maybe fiery.

Nick was talking about Jessica, confident that she'd made it (made it where? She wanted to ask but didn't have the guts) and a bunch of other gooey things, but she didn't want to ruin the moment. Let Nick believe in his faith and love and stuff. If that's what got him through the day, then dandy.

There was a hand at her cheek, and she stared at Nick with a shocked expression. She didn't draw back (that would be rude), but she did wonder why he was touching her. It was admittedly a nice gesture and even nicer to realize there was someone beside her, but a nagging feeling kept gnawing at her insides. Should she stay with Nick? She'd be a burden to him. He'd have to leave eventually or, unfortunately, die. Or she'd die on him and cause unwanted sorrow. Was that conceited to think that Nick would even feel sad? She didn't know.

"No bread, it's cool. Really." Josie held out her hands. "I have no appetite anyway. Look, Nick, I'm so glad I caught up with you. It's good to see that you're alright. I just remembered that there's somewhere I have to be.. Gotta meet someone. It slipped my mind. Catch you around?" She was speaking so casually, as if Nick was some kid she hung out with at school.

She gathered her things and walked to the door of the recreation center, opening it and stopping as the light filtered around her, casting another eerie shadow on the wall. "You're really nice Nick, you know that? You are good. Don't forget it." And then she added, "See ya around," just one more time, and she was off. Her pace was quick like she was in some type of hurry, but it was mostly to get away from Nick. She didn't know why - he was such a nice kid. She could have eaten some of his bread. At least she would feel full. She could stand by Nick's side and talk to him and bask in his company. She'd feel safer, like there was some point in going on. But there wasn't. She realized it.

She was tired. What point was there in going on? Someone was going to kill her. She didn't want to drag Nick down. The less time she spent with him, the better. She didn't want to end up hurting him too. It was possible. She hadn't lost all control of herself, but she wasn't sure. Like now, for instance, she felt entirely lost. Tired and lost.

She wanted to go back to Sierra. She wanted to apologize and see her friend one last time. She wandered through the trees and wove a path along the island but after about an hour of walking, she realized several things. For example, she couldn't even really remember where Sierra's body was. Which area? It was a good possibility that it was a danger zone, and if it was, she'd die immediately. That would kind of suck a bit. She kept walking anyway. The trees were circling around her, and the sky was clearly darker. The path beneath her feet kept going and going. Was there no end to this island?

Sometimes she happened upon bodies. None of them were Sierra, but then again, many of them were unrecognizable, half-decayed. Did she want to see Sierra in such a state? She already looked horrified. Did she want to see the decaying flesh and the maggots and countless other horrifying sights? Maybe not. It would dirty her image of the beautiful and fun-loving Sierra. No, Josie wouldn't go there.

But where would she go?

She didn't know. Kept walking. Should she go back to Nick? She didn't even know where he was anymore. A gym? A movie theater? It was in the residential area, right? Or... the town center.

She stepped hard into a hole in the ground and jolted forward, staggering and holding onto a nearby tree. She nearly twisted her ankle. That would have been horrifying, but... her ankle did hurt. It wasn't a sprain. She settled down at the base of the tree and hugged her knees. Everything seemed to be growing darker. Why did she leave Nick back there? Why did it have to come to this? She could still be with Sierra if not for Josie's crazy brain. Maybe she was irrational.

She didn't want to stand up. She didn't want to keep going. Maybe she could try and find Nick, but she didn't want to bother him. There was nothing left. Her foot hurt like fuck now, maybe she did twist it, and she couldn't stand. Wouldn't. There was nothing left. These past few days proved that she was nothing without Sierra. There was no laughter, no friendship, no nothing. It had been hellish.

She buried her head in her hands. Josie felt the pressure behind her eyes, her throat tightened. She wouldn't allow herself to cry.

But she couldn't do it anymore.

There was a loud bang, a shocking flash of red, and a soft bump. Josie's gun fell to the dirt, her hands gone limp. The tree behind her, splattered with crimson blood and gore, stood tall with branches swaying softly in the wind. In that split second between life and death, Josie had seriously hoped that she'd "make" it like Jessica had. She really hoped there was a God that took mercy upon her. She wanted to be somewhere peaceful, somewhere with Sierra, somewhere laughing and listening to terrible music and pawing through fashion magazines. She didn't want to be here.

Hopefully she made it.


G060 - JOSIE VERNON - DECEASED
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