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State of Shock; Open
Topic Started: Aug 13 2016, 09:04 PM (720 Views)
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Bridgette thought of her life in milestones. Milestones like her bat mitzvah, or her upcoming high school graduation. The day she’d start college, or start graduate school, or become an independent adult. She’d mapped out her whole life, and worked hard to stay on the path she’d made for herself.

So far, things had gone smoothly: she was graduating in a month, and next fall she’d start studying biochemistry at UC Berkeley. All her hard work in high school was paying off, and soon that chapter of her life would come to a close. She was so close, but life had decided to throw her off course, disrupt her whole plan with one obstacle.

And that obstacle was Survival of the Fittest.

G003, Bridgette Sommerfeld: START

To say Bridgette was panicking would be a severe understatement. She’d almost had a heart attack when she woke up strapped to an electric chair. After a split second of sheer panic, she discovered that only her legs were actually strapped in. She’d quickly undone them and collapsed on the floor. It was just one of the terrorist’s cruel jokes; more salt in the wound.

Bridgette was surprised that she wasn’t crying. Instead, she was hyperventilating. It couldn’t be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be a fun field trip, a good opportunity to unwind and enjoy a day at the museum. But instead, they’d been kidnapped by the world’s most infamous terrorist group to become victims of one of the most atrocious acts of terror of the century: Survival of the Fittest.

Her first instinct was to sink into despair, to curl up in a ball and cry until someone came along and killed her. But deep down, she felt like she was better than this. She paused and took a deep breath. That type of thinking would get her killed, and while Bridgette didn’t know much about anything anymore, she knew one thing: she didn’t want to die. If she wanted to live, she’d have to pull herself together. Think clearly. If she could keep her wits about her, she was bound to last longer than those who simply gave up. And maybe she could outsmart those who chose to survive through senseless acts of violence. Bridgette thought she was capable of that.

Or at least, she liked to think she was.

She took a moment to steady her breath, breathing in and out. Her heart was still pounding, but she decided to shake it off.

She turned back to the electric chair. A bag had been placed neatly beside it, printed with her name and a number: G003. Bridgette wasted no time in crawling over and unzipping it.
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The bag was stocked with the kind supplies Bridgette expected to get: rations, a first aid kit, and the like. A small booklet marked ‘Survival Guide’ caught her eye, and she stuck it in her pocket for later reading. She did the same with the map and compass. As she got to the bottom of the bag, Bridgette couldn't help but feel like something was missing…

...where was her weapon? She suddenly remembered that weapons were assigned randomly, and her heart sank as she realized that there was nothing in or near the bag. Maybe she’d just missed it? She poured over the contents of the bag again: bottled water, flashlight, toothpaste, all pretty basic supplies. Had they forgotten to give her one? Had someone come along and stolen it before she woke up? Bridgette’s thoughts and heart started racing.

And then she wasn’t alone anymore.

Somebody said her name very quietly, but it still made her jump. Bridgette swore that her heart stopped as she swiveled around to find someone standing over her. She recognized them immediately: Joshua Bracewell, a junior on the student council and a good friend of hers. Or was a good friend of hers, in a time long past, when they weren’t supposed to kill each other.

She felt herself freeze up as they locked eyes, but then he started crying. Bridgette slowly stood up, clutching the bag to her chest. She wasn’t sure what to do. Her mind was telling her to keep her distance, but she also felt a little bit of pity for him.

Bridgette just stared at him for a minute before finally replying. “...Joshua.”
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As her breathing steadied and the shock wore off, Bridgette sized Joshua up. He’d apologized for crying, and offered to leave her alone if she wanted. For a moment, the corners of her lips turned upwards. He was always so considerate, even in a situation like this. It reminded Bridgette of why she liked him so much. Back then, at least.

The smile left as quickly as it came, though, and she thought about his offer. Her initial reaction would’ve been a strong no. Her instincts told her to stay away from others, to avoid potentially dangerous people. But Bridgette was a social creature, and her sanity might not last long if she flew solo. Besides, Joshua wasn’t much of a threat - she doubted that he had it in him.

Before she could reply, however, another voice called out. Bridgette tensed up again as her eyes darted to the door. She’d seen the boy before, in the halls between classes and at lunch. She never learned his name, though.

The mysterious boy said hi. Bridgette took a step back and didn’t bother replying.
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The boy, Keith, started freaking out. Bridgette didn’t think it was too odd; she figured that it’s just taken a while for the gravity of their situation dawned on him. She kind of envied him, actually, for forgetting their circumstances for the briefest moment. It must’ve been nice, to wake up without being aware of your impending doom.

Then Joshua started freaking out, too. The sound of his bag hitting the floor and the flurry of motion that followed startled her. She took a step back as he rushed forward. He was at Keith’s side in an instant, trying to console the boy. Even in a place like this, Joshua was a good samaritan, through and through. It was admirable.

Bridgette kept her distance, her heart pounding. There wasn’t much she could - or wanted - to do. She waited a moment before speaking.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”
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Keith wasn’t saying anything new. Everyone else in this predicament was probably thinking the same exact thing. She could understand why he was making a big deal about it, but he was getting her needlessly stressed over such a concrete fact.

But maybe it wasn’t as concrete as she thought. Joshua said otherwise, declaring that they weren’t going to die. She wasn’t sure if he was delusional or just lying. Everybody was going to die: all but one of their classmates. Sure, there was a rescue in 2008, but those people didn’t return the next time around. She doubted that those mysterious rescuers would return after seven years of inactivity. Bridgette and her classmates were all dead men walking.

“How are you gonna make sure of that?” Bridgette huffed, turning to Joshua. She’d understand if it was just said to calm Keith down, but he sounded so sure of himself. A part of her was curious, to see if he actually had a plan.

Bridgette doubted that he did.
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“Manage what?”

What could Joshua possibly have planned? He was smart, but so was Bridgette, and tons of the other kidnapped kids. In the end, all three of them wanted the same thing: to survive. But unlike Keith and Joshua, she knew that there was only one way out of here.


“Whatever it is, It’s not gonna work,” she sighed, stepping forward. “It’s hopeless.” She brushed past Keith as she entered the hallway. She didn’t want to be around when their half-baked plan failed.

((Bridgette Sommerfeld continued elsewhere))
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