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So, so tired...
Topic Started: Oct 21 2016, 05:32 AM (379 Views)
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((Bart Cappotelli continued from Little Pig))

There was no way to describe the day Bart had just been through aside from one word: Miserable.

He, Jennifer, and Kizi had been headed for the supply depot, but had to stop moving after nightfall and camp out in the woods for the night. They somehow managed to wake up before announcements and hike the rest of the way to their destination, only for the announcements to reveal that they were standing right in the middle of a Danger Zone. All of their hard work was for nothing as they had to clear out as fast as their legs could take them.

Once they had successfully fled the Danger Zone, the rest of the day was spent hiking across the island in search of shelter. Frequent stops to rest were required, mostly because they were running on limited energy due to the fact that they were trying to conserve their food and water as much as possible. However, Bart's poor physical condition necessitated a few more stops than planned so that he could restore his poor reserves of stamina.

He couldn't help but feel responsible for their day of prolonged hiking. If he hadn't had such awful conditioning, then they might have actually reached the supply depot before nightfall the previous night. They still would have had to rush out after the morning announcements, but at least they could have slept in a sheltered area rather than in the bushes, at the mercy of whatever organisms were living therein.

They had turned down every other shelter they could find, either because they could hear something coming from inside that sounded a bit too much like other people, or there was something else about it that just didn't feel right. But now they were essentially out of options. They had walked all the way across the island, and the warehouse before them was the only new area they would find without crossing the bridge back to the asylum. In short, it was this or go right back to where they started, and Bart was far too tired to consider the latter. The sun was already on the verge of setting, and he just wanted to get off his feet.

He walked into the warehouse, took note of a nearby crate, and immediately sat on top of it. He didn't care that it wasn't a chair or even a piece of furniture. It was something that could relieve his legs, and that was all that mattered. He let out a heavy sigh, both from disappointment and exhaustion. He had accomplished almost nothing that day, and yet he felt more tired than he had ever been, at least to his knowledge.
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Bart raised his arm to wipe his forehead with his sleeve. The fabric that had been a light gray when he boarded the bus however long ago had been tinted much darker by the collected sweat from both that day and the last. It was starting to stick to his skin periodically, and felt warm and damp to the touch. He had just bought this shirt about a week before the trip, and this had been his first time wearing it, yet now it felt more worn than anything in his closet.

Kizi and Jennifer both floated the idea of searching for something useful in the warehouse while they were there. Bart agreed with the plan, but he was far too exhausted to make an active effort at the moment. He weakly raised his hand and spoke out with his tired voice. "Yeah, that sounds... uh... pretty good." He was breathing pretty heavily, and had to pause between forcing words out to inhale. "Just give me a... a couple minutes, and I should, uh... I'll help too."

As Bart sat there, slumped on his crate, his mind wandered back to the announcements from that morning. However, he was particularly disturbed by one specific detail... or rather, a bunch of specific details that were missing. Aside from the announcement of the supply depot being unsafe, he couldn't remember a thing about it. He had no clue who was dead, who had killed, or anything else that had been told to them. He wasn't sure whether he had not been paying enough attention or his brain has blocked it out, but he was at a severe loss for information, and that bothered him.

"Hey..." Another statement fought its way out of his mouth. "Do you guys remember anything about the, um... announcements? You know, this morning?"
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((Skipping to escape the DZ))

Bart was awakened by the sound of a screeching loudspeaker. He had fallen asleep without realizing it the previous evening, and apparently the girls decided to let him rest rather than wake him back up. Considering the day he had just been through, it was probably an act of sympathy on their part. He sat at attention and listened to the results of the previous day as they were recanted over the loudspeaker.

Hearing the deaths read off made Bart feel awful for multiple reasons. There was the obvious reason, being that the people who had their names read off were dead, and would never be able to see their friends or families again. However, Bart also felt bad because outside of general horror, he had very little emotional reaction to the names. He had been so introverted and afraid to socialize during his time at Cochise that many of the people who had died were essentially complete strangers to him. A good portion of the time he couldn't even put a face to the names of the deceased. He felt that he should have felt a more visceral reaction, but he didn't, and that only made him feel worse. He had not known most of these people, and now he never would.

Next came the Danger Zone announcement, the one that had really stuck in his head the previous morning. The supply area they had previously been chased out of was safe again, but now the utilities compound was off-limits. That area sounded familiar to Bart, and his pupils shrank and his mouth hung open once he realized why.

No no no no no no no...

*beep*

Bart's hand shot up to his neck as his collar began to sound an alert, just as it had the previous morning. With a shout of alarm, he hopped to his feet with surprising speed and scrambled about with his hands to find his bag. Once he got a grip on the strap, he pulled it onto his shoulder and called out desperately to Kizi and Jennifer. "We've gotta get out of here!" His voice cracked midway through, but given the situation, he either didn't notice or didn't care.

He moved as fast as his feet could carry him, not stopping until his collar's warnings ceased.

((Bart Cappotelli continued in Why We Fight))
Edited by Aura, Dec 2 2016, 10:45 AM.
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