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Setting Up Base Camp; Now early morning; Day Two; Open~
Topic Started: Jul 1 2013, 10:33 AM (901 Views)
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((Madeline Wilcox continued from A New World Fool))

It had taken about an hour of walking, but Maddie had finally arrived at the homestead. She looked up at the sky, it was a reddish orange tinge, so evidently the sun was setting right about now, although she could only barely see the sun through the trees that surrounded this farm area. She looked around for a building to stay in. There was a greenhouse at the far end, a dilapidated looking barn a little bit closer to her, and what appeared to be an old farmhouse nearest to her. She decided that, of all three places to stay, the farmhouse would probably be the most comfortable and might have things she could use inside.

She walked the short distance to the farmhouse, and pressed her ear up against the front door. Silence. There appeared to be no one inside. She placed a musket ball inside the gun-knife, just to be safe. She gently opened the door as it made a faint creaking sound. It was dimly lit inside the farmhouse. The only light came from the sunlight coming in through the windows, which was getting dimmer by the moment. She quietly made her way through dining area and living room, noticing nothing of interest in the dim light. She quietly made her way upstairs to the second floor, the stairs creaking as she went up. The first door she came to led to a small bedroom with a twin sized bed and a desk.

Despite that room being comfortable enough for her, she needed to check every room before she settled down anywhere, there could easily be another person in the house. She kept walking past the room, to the second, and last, room on the floor. Peering inside, she saw that it was empty, just like the rest of the house, but this room was bigger than the last, having a bookcase, an armoire, and a master sized bed. Now this, this was a place she could stay. She placed her bag down on the bed, carrying it around all day was rather taxing. She let her spear lean up against the wall, but kept her gun-knife by her side. She couldn't afford to have anyone come in and catch her off guard.

She sat down on the bed. What a day it had been. Already people were going crazy and turning on their fellow person, doing anything just to get another precious few seconds of life.

She looked at the gun-knife, the weapon she had stolen from Nina.

Including me.

She quieted that thought. She wasn't actively trying to kill anyone, she was far too nice to do anything like that, so that made her a good guy, right?

Right?

She wasn't sure. Looking from Nina's perspective, Maddie could be just as monstrous as those who are killing.

Did she want that? Did she want others to think of her as a monster? Of course not. But, she had to survive. She had to. But... what for? Why did she deserve to live more than anyone else on the island? She didn't really. She imagined that everyone on this island deserved to live just as much as her, and it was selfish of her to think otherwise. She clutched her head. Dread filled her insides. Was it really wrong for her to do all of this? To act selfishly in an effort to live, even without trying to kill anyone? She lied herself down on the bed. She wondered if her parents were watching what she was doing, if they were ashamed of her and what she has done.

The stress of this entire situation finally had caught up with her. She covered her head with one of the bed's pillows and cried into it. She needed to let all the stress out somehow, and crying was the best way for her to do so. She cried on and off for some time, she didn't know how long, it could have been minutes, or even hours, she wouldn't have known. She just kept quietly crying as time slowly passed and the sun slipped down just beneath the horizon once again...
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Maddie didn't know when she stopped crying. She just knew it was late. It was extremely dark inside the farmhouse. Almost impossible to see, but faint moonlight filtered in through the window. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she was already incredibly exhausted after the events of today, what with all the walking and running and nearly being killed. Her head lazily rested on the pillow she was just crying into, and her eyelids felt heavier and heavier...



Maddie awoke to sunlight peering in through the window and hitting her eyes. She groggily got up out of the bed. She didn't sleep well, not at all. Her dreams were filled with the images of gory death. Images of her friends, of all the people she got to know over the course of her stay at Aurora, dying brutally. She shivered. She didn't want anyone to die, if she could she would do her best to make sure no one had to. But that was impossible. The only way to ensure that no one has to die is to escape, and there is no way for her, for anyone, to do so. How were they supposed to outsmart MIT graduates? How were they supposed to get in contact with someone on the outside and then have them come to rescue them? Most importantly, how were they supposed to get these damn collars off?

And... if they didn't escape... only one kid was getting off of the island alive. How could she possibly manage to be that one kid? And if she somehow did manage, how could she live with being the only survivor? She lied back down on the bed, and began to sob once again under the crushing hopelessness of the situation. She was going to die, and everyone she loved was going to die with her. And there was nothing she could do about it.

Her crying, however, was interrupted by the sound of announcements. She quickly pulled herself together. She needed to focus, if only for a minute or two. She couldn't let her emotions control her when she needed to stay sharp. She listened intently to the announcements. She took a tally of those who killed, those who died, and the areas that were danger zones.

When the announcements ceased, she listed off those who killed people back to herself, doing her best to keep in control of her emotions.

"Theodore Fletcher."

Theo... she didn't know Theo. She had seen him around school, but if you showed her a picture of him she would likely not know who he was. Regardless, he killed two people, so he has likely gone way off the deep end by now. Definitely someone to avoid.

"Hansel Williams."

Hansel... she knew Hansel. She didn't know if he knew her, but she knew him. He was a stubborn and hateful when it came to anyone that was a gender or sexual minority in Aurora, and she was glad for a long time that she wasn't out at Aurora, if only to avoid people like him and their toxicity.

"Joe Carrasco."

She had no idea who Joe Carrasco was, being honest with herself. She took a mental note of his name though, and if she ended up meeting him she knew to avoid him.

"Katarina Konipaski."

She didn't know much about Katarina, she just knew who Katarina was, mostly due to Katarina's unusual name causing her to stay in Maddie's memory. Evidently she also got the best kill, and is likely to be ever more armed. Someone to avoid, definitely.

"Iselle Ovalle-Vandermeer."

Just like Joe, she didn't really know who Iselle was. Just another person that never really got her notice during her time at Aurora. Regardless, she killed someone, and it shouldn't be too hard to remember that mouthful of a name.

Now, the people who died. "David Russell, Gabriella Parker, Daniel Whitten, Dan Liu, Jason Meyers, Kelly Peterson, David Zimmer, and Sven Olsen. You will all be remembered." She said, sullenly. She refused to really let the thought that they were all dead and gone forever get to her, if she focused too much on that then she would break down, likely even more than she already had. She needed to keep moving forward, to keep trying to survive.

Speaking of surviving, the dangerzones were the amusement park, the airstrip, and the hotel. So she needed to avoid the hell out of those areas, although it may be less pertinent to remember those, as her collar would start beeping if she got too close. She grabbed her gun-knife and her other things, in case she needed to make a hasty getaway. As for now, it was time to search this house for anything she might be able to use.
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Maddie didn't quite know where to start searching in the house, but she figured the kitchen might be as good an area as any to try and find anything useful. There were several sets of cabinets in the kitchen, along with an oven, and they were hopefully hiding things that she could possibly use. She walked over and opened one of the cabinets.

Empty.

She opened another.

Empty again.

She opened another.

Empty yet again.

She kept opening cabinets, trying to find anything at all inside of them, but she found nothing. The terrorists must have cleaned the place out beforehand. Figures that they couldn't let anyone get an advantage by just happening upon things. They needed to keep their game as unfair as it already was. Heaven forbid one of their victims ended up evening the playing field. She kept searching, however, as she was not about to just give up. She opened up the kitchen's oven. Empty as well. She flipped open a pantry door. Empty, just like the rest of the house. She sighed. Perhaps her efforts were fruitless and she really should give up. After all, how could an organization as far reaching and powerful as the terrorists miss anything that could potentially be useful to the students?

She slumped down next to one of the kitchen walls and sat in silence for a few minutes in an attempt to keep control of her frustration and anger at the terrorists. It was hard not to get angry at them. They all sickened her. It was their fault that her and all her friends at Aurora wound up in this situation, and no matter what happens on this island, no matter who dies, no matter who kills, the blood is ultimately on their hands. And they likely don't even care. To think that people exist who would willingly kill hundreds of kids with no remorse was hard for her to fathom.

She just now noticed that she was hungry. She walked into the dining room and sat down at the table. She pulled out one of her power bars and started eating the dry, bitter tasting bar, doing her best not to gag. It was hard to keep her sanity on this island, considering all that had happened, stealing a weapon, witnessing a murder, running for her life. It was all really hard to handle, but she somehow kept going.

She sighed, continuing to nibble on the bar for quite some time.
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((Kammy continued from Perspectives, An Alternate))

Dammit dammit, god, freaking, dammit.

Kammy had spent half a day to wind up right back where she started in the first place. Setting out from the barn and heading west seemed like it would be pretty self explanatory, and then she'd been hit by setback after setback. She didn't want to cut straight through the fields so she went around, but by the time she went around there were fences in her way and then bushes, and then the path had vanished into brush that she it didn't look like she could traverse without mutilating her legs. And by the time Kammy got anywhere it was too dark to do anything and she found herself having to sleep under a bush. Literally under a bush. That'd sucked - worry and weather together keeping her awake, and then, by the time she'd thrown up her hands, given up and gone ahead and moved south... the amusement park, the closest area by her map, had gone red.

Not to mention, the announcement.

Kam had expected killers, really. Opinion on trust asides... there were a lot of people out there who wouldn't take that view, and Kammy had seen plenty enough of her classmates' cruel sides over the years, directed at her or not. It wasn't unexpected... but it hurt, hurt like when someone took hold of your emotions and twisted them brutally, a dull ache behind the stomach. This was fucked up, and she wasn't any closer to finding Michelle than before. She was forced to retrace her steps.

Whatever. Check the farmhouse, worth a shot, just so she didn't feel like she'd COMPLETELY wasted the trip further south.

Kam made to open the front door. Hesitated... knocked, and then stepped to the side, behind the door frame.

Just being careful, right?
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Maddie sat chewing on the power bar, the deafening silence of the household becoming more and more noticeable as time passed. Then there was a knock on the door. In an instant Maddie was out of the chair, pointing the gun-knife at the door. She waited for a moment, tense, but no one came in. She lowered the gun-knife. She had reacted without thinking. She probably would have shot whoever knocked on the door if they had come in, and that scared her. What has she become? Has this island really changed her so much in such a short amount of time? Changed her to where she would kill without thinking just to possibly preserve her own life?

She shook her head. She needed to stay calm and think of the present. She walked over to the door. There were a few possibilities as to why someone would knock on the door, but ultimately they all lead back to the same reasoning, they want to check if anyone is inside. The question was, does she reveal herself? She could either reveal herself to the person and permit them inside, or she could hide and make them think the house is deserted, and then attack them when the least expect it. If she revealed herself and the person was violent, she could potentially die. If she didn't reveal herself and the person was innocent, she ran the risk of potentially killing an innocent person out of a sense of self-preservation.

So it's a choice of risking her life or another person's life.

Rule Three: Do not do anything that could lead to your immediate demise.

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Fuck that.

She opened the door. No one was out there. Figures someone who would knock on the door wouldn't be stupid enough to just stand right in front of it. "Alright. Whoever's out there... come on out. I'm not going to hurt you unless you try to hurt me." As a precaution, she kept the gun-knife at her side, but lowered non-threateningly. Just because she was willing to give this person a chance doesn't mean she is about to trust them not to try and kill her.
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There was a pause. One second, five second, ten seconds, may as well just go in and-

The door opened and Kammy pressed herself even harder against the wall. Another pause. No-one came out, and what the heck was Kammy thinking of doing if they did? She wasn't standing like this to try get the jump on them, just... just well...

A voice rang out. Reasonably calm. Didn't sound like the voice of someone who was all set to go slasher movie. However, more disappointingly, it also wasn't a voice that Kam recognised by ear, and she was generally pretty good at putting faces to how someone sounded.

She took a breath and then stepped to the side. The ballestair was up, not pointed, just readied. Kam wanted to trust, she really did, only there were certain people out there who'd proved themselves impossible to trust, and there were a couple that Makatala would never have trusted in the first place. She didn't know if she could actually make good on the gun's threat, but she could certainly present the threat in the first place.

The girl standing in the doorway was smaller than her, skinny... she had a familiar kind've face. Maybe one of the more reclusive members of the school year. Kammy had definitely seen her around, though.

"I appreciate that," a quick glance down, then up. "Honestly, I don't really see the point of standing on ceremony. I'm looking for Michelle, Michelle Wexler. Have you seen her anywhere?"
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A girl stood in front of Maddie. The girl was about the same height as her, if a bit chubbier. If Maddie remembered correctly, her name was Kammy. She had seen Kammy around school on occasion, but never really talked to her much at all. She wanted to know where a person named Michelle Wexler was. The name rang a bell, but Maddie couldn't exactly put a face to it, and regardless she hadn't seen anyone but two corpses, a murderer, and Nina since she woke up. "Never heard of her, sorry." She shifted a bit. "Plus, I haven't exactly seen many people since I woke up, and I doubt your friend is one of them." She paused. "Regardless, I didn't hear her name on the announcements, so she is probably fine."

She turned and walked a bit back inside. "The island's a pretty big place, going by the map. It's a tad bit unlikely that you will find this person anytime soon." She leaned back a bit on the wall. "Perhaps it would be best if you just lay low for a little while. It's what I am doing, and it's worked out pretty well so far." She turned her head away from Kammy. "It's only been two days though, and this game lasts for weeks..." She whispered to herself.

Maddie shook her head. "Anyway, if you want, you can stay here in this house with me, by all means, you can. You seem the trustworthy type, more scared than psycho." She couldn't just leave Kammy out in the open, to get killed by anyone with murderous intent. Maddie couldn't swindle her like she did Nina, either. No, she was already too guilty from doing that to Nina, so Kammy would go without being drugged. But, she still couldn't actually trust Kammy, even if Kammy did seem rather meek; she could turn psycho just like anyone else. So, would she trust Kammy not to stab her in the back? Well...

Rule One: Don't trust anyone.
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Kammy had to stop herself from wincing. Never heard of her. Just fantastic.

Not on the announcement though. That was right. Kam had to cling to that, hold it dear. Not on the announcement, not dead, not killing. The former would be worse than the latter, although it still wasn't a concept that sat well.

Whatever, whatever. No point dwelling on all this right now.

Kam looked up, shook her head decisively. "It doesn't matter if the chances are low. I'm not just going to hide whilst there's someone out there who I care about," there was an inscrutable look as she was called scared looking. If she was afraid, it was just for someone else's safety. There was too much else going on to be terrified... although if she stopped for too long...

"I appreciate the sentiment. Really. Just... no. No, okay. Maybe there isn't anyone special to you here. That's cool, I kind of envy you for it. If Michelle's not here though? I'm not here," a step or two back, a wave of the free hand. "Good luck with... whatever it is you're doing."

Turn, walk.

She had to be there somewhere. Had to be.

((Kam continued elsewhere))
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Maddie felt a tiny bit of disappointment when Kam didn't want to stay with her. But, whatever, it was fine. It was probably better this way.

...

One thing she had said stuck out though.

"Maybe there isn't anyone special to you here. That's cool, I kind of envy you for it."

She did have special people, friends of hers, on the island. She had just not seen any of them. To be honest, she had not really thought of them much at all since she woke up on the island. All she had been thinking of was herself...

Should she go searching for her friends? It would likely be a very risky thing to do; she just needed to stay here and wait patiently in safety for this to all blow over.

Well... as much as it CAN blow over...

She grabbed the remainder of the power bar she was eating, gobbled it down, and walked back up the steps to the bedroom. She lied down on the bed, listening to the silence of the house, quietly thinking about what was to come. Her eyes became heavy as night fell, and she soon found herself falling asleep.


Maddie awoke the next morning to the voice of the man from yesterday's announcement. While the second day was rather uneventful for her, it seemed her peers were still killing out there. She quietly listened to the voice, quietly took note of everyone who died and everyone who killed, and quietly grew in resentment towards the terrorists. She had heard a few names she recognized, and a knot formed in her throat from the thought that all of those people are either dead or killing.

But then, something the man said stuck out above all others. Something that actively concerned her at this very moment.

"Our danger zones for today are Lighthouse, The Homestead..."

She was in the homestead area... wasn't she? The sound of a beep coming from her neck answered her question. She scrambled to grab her things and flew down the steps and out the door of the farmhouse as fast as she could, the beeping continuing and growing more and more incessant as she did so. She gunned for the forest around the area, running with the possessed fervor that one could only have when their life is on the line. She dove into the trees and kept running even as the beeping stopped; she kept running until the adrenaline from that situation wore off, and then collapsed next to a tree. She panted heavily from all the running, her legs feeling like gelatin. She lied there trying to regain her stamina for what felt like hours. Once she was able to finally stand again, she slowly began walking in the same direction that she had run, taking sips from her water bottle until she emptied it.

She walked, and thought that now would be a good time to try and find her friends.

((Madeline Wilcox continued in Nemesis))
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