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Waking Up To Ash and Dust; Day Four
Topic Started: Dec 16 2013, 01:23 AM (1,149 Views)
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((Alice Gilman: Continued from: A Safe Rest))

The familiar click that signified the beginning the morning announcements was almost comforting, if you could ignore the seemingly endless lists of dead students that followed. It signified that Alice had survived one more day, that no one had crept in with a knife to slit their throats while they slept.

Not that Alice had really been able to sleep. All throughout the previous day, she'd been almost constantly on edge, half-expecting someone to come bursting through their door at any moment. Even her sketchbook had only managed to provide a short respite, and after a while Alice found that she had no motivation to continue drawing. As peaceful as their hideout had been, it was only a matter of time until someone stumbled upon them, and Alice was increasingly aware of how boxed-in they were. There'd be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Alice spent most of the night just lying down, wide awake, lost in thought. The only time she came close to falling asleep, she was shook awake for her turn at watch, and so Alice sat and stared at the barricaded entrance until the morning came, brining the announcements along with them.

The threat to detonate their collars came and went before Alice was able to fully process it, though she did flinch as her collar beeped, just once, and was left shaken as she realized what had almost happened. This early in the game, it was preposterous to think that there could have been a day without a death, but what about later, when there was only a handful of students left? Would Carlos, Casey, and Alice be blown away, still hiding in their office, if the action outside came to a halt?

Then came the list of the dead, which remained unnerving as ever, even as Alice told herself that she didn't care, that all it meant was there were now less people around to pose a threat to her well being. Before Alice was given the chance to fully convince herself of this, she heard the sound of voices outside, accompanied by slow clapping.

"We've got people outside." Alice hissed to the others, feeling an oncoming, oppressive sense of dread. "If we stay very quiet, they might just move on without checking in here."
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There was still a trace of hope left in Alice's mind. Hope that whoever was outside was peaceful, hope that they'd just leave, hope that this wasn't the day that she was going to die. It all instantly vanished as she glanced up while hurriedly gathering up her things and saw the face staring back at her through the window. Alice froze, and though the girl was gone a few seconds later, Alice knew that her group had been found out.

Three clean shots was all it'd take to end it all, three sudden cracks of gunfire to leave them bleeding out on the ground. Alice's mind raced, trying to come up with some route of escape, some way to get out alive.

"One of them saw us. We need to try and make a break for it - no, that won't work, there's only one door, maybe we can try talking? No, too risky, they don't have any reason to listen to us without weapons..." Alice started speaking, half to the others, half to herself; muttering quietly, quickly, stumbling over her words.

Their only possible advantage was numbers, and Alice wasn't even sure they had that. "Could try rushing them when they open the door, the bags could give us some extra weight - shit, that won't work if there's more than one of them..." She continued to mutter under her breath, desperately searching for a solution.

Alice had always enjoyed solving problems. Being able to look closely at a difficult situation, work out all the variables, and end up with the most efficient way of doing things was always very satisfying, however much it irritated the other players at her DnD sessions. It was part of the reason she loved science so much, after all. Even here, on the island, she'd always had time to consider her group's next move, to weigh their next action.

Now, though, time was limited, and Alice found herself completely at a loss. "We're screwed." She said simply, sinking against the wall.
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((Mild GMing approved so we can all get out of here))

It would have been easy, to just remain slouched against the wall, to just accept whatever was going to happen to her. No more constant fear, no more living in a situation that Alice knew she'd never get out of alive. Was there any real point in delaying the inevitable even further? Her goal had never been to try and "win", Alice was far too much of a realist to even consider that as a possibility. She had just wanted to try and hide away, spend her last days with the friends that she had stumbled upon. Now, when everything was set to collapse out from under them, was there any point to fighting back? Even if they survived, they'd only be living to experience more pain, more loss.

The others hadn't given up, though. Carlos was still working hard on trying to think up a way out, and Casey was admirably still calm enough to try and reassure them both. Looking back, Casey and Carlos had always been the ones to keep a clear head while Alice shut down almost completely. It wasn't any different now, even with their lives on the line. Didn't Alice owe it to them to try her best to get them all out alive, however easy it would be to surrender? Did she really want it to be her fault if none of them made it out alive?

Alice hesitated, then took Casey's hand as it was offered to her, shakily standing up. "T-thanks." She mumbled sheepishly.

She listened attentively as Casey laid out her thoughts on what to do. "I agree t-that we shouldn't try any loud distractions." Alice said, letting a slight tremor into her voice despite herself. "If we're going to do something, we shouldn't g-give them any sort of heads up that stuff's going down, even to try and mislead them."

After listening to the rest of what Casey had to say, Alice slowly began to formulate a plan. "I don't think waiting's an option. T-that lets the others approach us on their own terms, which we really don't want. I also really don't want us to try and ambush them. Too risky. I honestly think that our best bet's gonna be to try and make a break for it together, before they get enough time to plan stuff, themselves."

After a bit more discussion, both Casey and Carlos agreed, and after gathering their things, they got the hell out of dodge.

((Alice Gilman, Casey Malkovitch, and Carlos Lazaro: Continued in Wish I Had a Chance, Here.))
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