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((Daniel 'Danny' Brooks continued from I Say You Kill Your Heroes And Fly, Fly, Baby Don't Cry.))

Danny did not have a plan.

That had been true for most of his life, it just hadn't been a problem until now. College plans? Eh, he'd wing it. Plans to woo that girl who he was into? Eh, he'd wing it. Plans to escape the last girl he'd dated? Eh, he'd wing it. All the more complicated stuff, he just kind of… ignored until it went away. It had always worked well for him.

Okay, it worked well at first and then it sometimes exploded. Sometimes it was better to get things over with. Like with Fiyori. He'd been forced to confront her and it'd gone okay. Better than hiding from her.

But you didn't just 'get over' Survival of the Fittest.

The point was he had no plan. He just ran along. He didn't find Irene. She was gone before he got anywhere beyond the cove. He thought about returning to Jeremy, but didn't. That would involve thinking more about his situation.

And whenever he considered what he should do next, his mind just… hit a block. It just went 'no, I'm not doing this.'

So he ran, and when he got tired he walked. And then he came across the asylum.

Now, really. How often did one see an abandoned asylum? If this had been any other situation, Danny would have been hyped to explore it. Lobotomy shit? That's cool. Creepy, but cool to look at.

But not so fun once he was in there. Each door could hide some crazed person with a gun. Danny still carried the portable CD player underneath his arm. Walking down what seemed like hallways of doors upon doors, sometimes with creepy shit behind them. Sometimes he heard noises within. He thought maybe he heard voices a couple of times. At least once, he thought he heard a crash and someone swearing. But he didn't want to go look. At the same time he didn't want to be alone.

He already wanted to leave the asylum, but he'd forgotten the way out. It all just looked the same to him. He felt too closed in and too open at the same time. All it would take is someone walking down one of these hallways. If they had a shotgun like Irene they wouldn't even really have to aim.

Nope. Nope. Not good.

Danny's breathing came to a halt while contemplating it. But again, his brain just went 'no' and shoved these considerations away. Still there. Just… still. Not enough to think of a solution to them. He just… he just…

The next door was one into a storage closet, and… he didn't know what he was thinking. That he could lock everyone out and just… wait the game out in a closet?

Stupid. But fuck it.

Danny pulled open the door, saw enough of a glimpse of the dark room inside to tell that it was, at least, too big for just a plain closet. Then he shut the door, throwing the room into darkness again, and pressed his forehead against the door.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, smacking his head lightly against the door as if the resulting clunk would somehow inspire him with a genius plan that would fix everything.
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Danny was not great at paying attention to his surroundings. He was too busy squinting at said shelves themselves. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but… well, a storeroom had to have something good in it, right?

He was crouching slightly to look at a box nearby which had what looked like old papers inside when Sandy spoke.

At which point, Danny let out a high-pitched yelp and spun around while lifting the CD player so he was holding it above his head. He saw Sandy. Sandy was an alright guy. Really good at art. Sometimes in class Danny would see his art and be like 'damn, look at the fucking shading on that tree, that's baller.'

But instead, Danny mostly zoned in on the bottle in Sandy's hand. For a second, Danny thought Sandy had been assigned wine. Then he noticed the rag sticking out of the top.

At which point he took the calm, sensible route. He flung the CD player at Sandy and retreated deeper into the storeroom.
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Oh god, why had he done that?!

Well, if he wasn't going to talk calmly with Sandy when Sandy was being relatively chill—albeit, chill while holding a fucking molotov, and seriously why did everyone have an actual weapon but him? He wasn't going to engage in a chill conversation now that Sandy was legit pissed at him.

“I'm not getting out there! You get out there!” Danny yelled, still shuffling away.

He picked up a box from a nearby shelf, just in case Sandy stuck his head around the corner or something. But something inside made a skittering noise, so he immediately dropped it with a resounding crash.

“Aagh, what the fuck?”

Maybe Sandy wasn't blocking the door any more. Danny thought he'd heard him move. Maybe Danny could make a run for it. He started shuffling along the shelves towards the door, not really registering that stealth was kind of pointless after throwing boxes and yelling.
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And suddenly there was another voice. A girl. Not one that Danny recognised, at least not by her voice. To whatever remained of Danny's credit, this time he didn't yell or scream. Apparently an artist, judging by what she was saying to Sandy.

Danny kept hidden behind his shelf, waiting to see if Sandy would just chill the fuck out. Waited until Sandy was done ranting about—

“Dude, that's all you wanted?!” Danny yelled afterwards. “Just say 'leave me alone' next time, what the fuck? You blocked the door while holding a weapon, what the hell was I supposed to think?”

Danny shuffled to the end of the row of shelves and stuck his head out warily, trying to look for both Sandy and the stranger. At least that meant Sandy probably wasn't trying to kill him. Just being kind of a dickweed.

“Look, Sand, I panicked, jeez. I'll call a truce if you will. Mystery Girl's got that shit right—oh, you have nunchucks?!”

Danny had now edged far enough from the shelves to see a glimpse of waving nunchucks, although it was still hard to make out whoever was holding them.

Nunchucks were pretty cool. Top five weapons, though really only in the hands of someone who could do all the fancy shit with them. Danny's fingers were itchy now. Damn, he wanted those nunchucks. Not for long, just to play around with for a minute. Priorities.
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Danny couldn't help but feel a little bit offended at 'not a credible threat.' He was a footballer, for fuck's sake, he was totally a credible threat. Not that he wanted to murder anyone—fuck, he didn't even want to think about that—but… come on, he was totally credible.

Even so, he slowly reached out and likely shook Audrey's hand.

“Uh. Danny Brooks? Better-looking twin of Jacob Brooks?”

Long-running joke that probably wasn't funny any more, used whenever he met someone that might know Jacob and didn't know him (which wasn't much, Jacob wasn't the social type.) But it clicked suddenly that Jacob had been going on the other science trip. He wasn't here. Danny felt the first bit of relief he'd felt since he woke up. God, he could not have dealt with that.

Audrey was babbling about stuff she'd done and about alliances and stuff. Danny wasn't sure if he wanted in on that. Sandy had already made him nearly shit himself, and there was nowhere he could get new pants here if it happened for real. And Audrey… well, he didn't know Audrey. If it'd been one of his friends, he'd be all signed on. But… well, he wasn't—

And Sandy was swearing at them and leaving, okay.

“Yep. The nicest of guys,” Danny said in a fake cheery tone.

And then coughing. And before Danny could even think about hiding or the fact that his weapon was near the door and out of his hands—shitty weapon it was, but it was his only weapon—Sandy had opened the door.

“...Oh, hey, it's, uh...” Danny paused for a moment. For some reason, he couldn't remember the guy's first name. “It's Vacanti. The guy from Vacanti's.” He didn't know if that made the guy trustworthy or not but it was information that Danny associated with good things.

Mostly with food. Damn, he could go for some nice food.
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Sandy left. Well, he wanted to be left alone, so… what's the worst that could happen? Well, there was death and dismemberment. But besides that? Oh man, Danny did not want his mind going down that road. There were a lot of nasty ways to kill someone. The internet loved surprise-linking to the stuff that happened on here for shock.

Shut that line of thought right down. Focus on Audrey and her cough drops, and Vacanti, the guy from Vacanti's. Audrey said Alvaro. Alvaro? That didn't sound right, he was sure there'd been an N in there, but—

Danny shuffled past Audrey and got closer to the door. He picked up his CD player from where it had tumbled in a heap after he'd thrown it at Sandy. Did it still work? Hell if Danny knew, there wasn't even a CD in it. But it was still his only weapon. Once he'd picked it up, he moved outside where Alvaro had sat down.

Yikes. Alvaro looked like shit. All smashed up.

“The fuck happened, man?” Danny gestured at his own face in order to clarify. “You, uh… you fight someone off? Are people already…?”

Nope. Didn't want to consider it.

“Or maybe you tripped?” Danny finished lamely.
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To Audrey’s question, Danny shrugged and made a noise that sounded a little like ‘I don’t know’ except high-pitched and like it’d been put through a blender. Alvaro could be anywhere between ‘just a little bruised’ and ‘lots of fatal internal bleeding.’ Danny wouldn’t know the difference.

Although, he was reasonably sure that Alvaro should have his own supplies, and that Audrey didn’t need to give him hers. Nice of her and all, but wouldn’t she need those? Unless any wounds killed her before she could—aaaand cutting that chain of thought off. Nope.

Alvaro explained what had happened. Ohhh, Min-Jae. Yeah, Danny could totally see Min-Jae deciding to punch someone so fast. Guy was kind of a dick. Angry, sometimes. There were worse people, but Danny wouldn’t have been going in for a hug with that guy any time soon.

“Yeah. That’s rough.”

Danny eyed Alvaro’s bruises warily. Maybe he should avoid Min-Jae if he sees him. Then again, Min-Jae was like a skinny goth dude, how tough could he be? Danny could just football tackle him and be like ‘you need to chill and stop punching waiters.’

“Uh, but you got away from him, yeah? He’s not following you?” A horrible thought occurred to Danny, that maybe Alvaro had ended the threat in a super permanent way. Self-defence and all that, sure, but… “He’s still alive, yeah?” As he said that, his grip tightened a little on his CD player.
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“There’s no CD in it,” Danny said. “And I’ve got terrible aim. Granted, I have baller muscles, but...”

Audrey suggested a truce. A team-up. Friends.

“I don’t have a problem with trucing, I mean… I don’t want to kill anyone. But… I dunno,” Danny muttered, hugging the CD player to his chest.

Normally, new friends was an awesome possibility. Danny liked people, and he liked it when they liked him. But he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with the idea of getting buddy-buddy with a guy he only knew in passing and a girl he didn’t know at all. Not now.

What if one of them died? What if one of them died after he’d become friends with them? It was like adopting a puppy that had two weeks to live. And even as Danny’s mind recoiled from the thought, there was that little part of him—the same part that occasionally stepped in to tell him to fucking deal with shit, pansy, albeit usually at times when it was either that or be too much of a jerk, even for him—that was hammering that thought in.

This was not the situation he wanted to be friends with everyone in.

He clung to the CD player a little tighter and rocked awkwardly on his feet, not really looking at anyone.
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Yikes.

“I didn’t… say...” Danny trailed off awkwardly as Audrey turned her attention on Alvaro.

He didn’t want to be alone. Being alone was the worst. Especially now. He just didn’t want to befriend a stranger only to watch them splatter like Mr. Graham—

And trying not to think of that for some reason made him start thinking about graham crackers. Not the right direction, either. No matter how great s’mores would be right now. Pretend it was all a happy camping trip to an abandoned insane asylum.

He hadn’t helped Alvaro because… well, guy had made it there on his own power and had his own supplies, right? It was just some bruises, Danny got worse from football. Or ballet, even. (Man, he’d fucked up some moves there.) It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, he just… just…

Fuck, what did he want?

Honestly, though… the sudden mood change in Audrey mixed with how she was touching Alvaro’s face—she’d said ‘oh, I know you’ earlier, so it wasn’t like they were boyfriend and girlfriend—was kind of freaking him out. He’d had clingy girlfriends before. Scarlett had been pretty clingy at points. Always weird if he talked to other girls—and yeah, okay, Danny had a reputation, but he’d never cheated on a girl, he could say that much.

Point was… girl who’d just been met already been clingy? Plus nunchuks? Yeesh. Good luck to Alvaro on that one. Nunchuks might not be too bad, but if she got an axe or something… full-on yandere simulator without the simulator part. If ever there was a place for a girl to flip out that bad...

Maybe his imagination was getting away with him. Even so, Audrey’d made her stance pretty clear. Right there in what she’d said to Alvaro. ‘Just you and me.’

So he didn’t say anything when Audrey lead Alvaro off.

After that, there was a bell. Super fucking loud. Danny had to block his ears. A bell… did that mean people? Did he want to be around people? He wanted to be around friends, but would friends be there?

Did he want to see his friends die? But if he wasn’t with them, he’d be alone.

This was the worst.

With no options left, Danny wandered off. He still didn’t know where the fuck he was in the asylum, anyway.

((Daniel ‘Danny’ Brooks continued in Companion Rectangle.))
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