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The Latest Story That I Know is the One That I'm Supposed to Go Out With; Open, sundown Day 3 --> morning Day 4
Topic Started: Dec 18 2016, 03:08 PM (1,364 Views)
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((Nadia Riva continued from The Thing About Life is That One Day You'll Be Dead))

And now she was walking back to the asylum. It was interesting how Nadia kept finding herself drawn to it. Maybe it was the rain about to start, or maybe it was the grand scale of the asylum that felt slightly more comforting then being in smaller areas like the town. Or maybe it was just because Nadia didn't want to sleep outside again. She hadn't seen anyone since she left Will and Rea's corpse back at the cliffs, and now she was halfway across the bridge.

Nadia stopped and looked to the edge of the bridge. She remembered how that one girl jumped off the edge a few days ago. Nadia shook her head as she thought about it. She wasn't going to take that way out. After making a big declaration to Will, she was going to survive this game, and she wasn't going to waste everything.

Nadia decided to take a break. She'd have to keep walking if she were to get to the asylum before dark, but a day of sleeping and walking outdoors had taken its toll on her. She could sit in the vehicle lane of the bridge for at least five minutes to munch on some crackers. It had been a while since she had last eaten.

Nadia found a fairly decent spot to sit, keeping the chair leg by her side. She pulled out a tin of crackers and began to eat. They were still pretty lame. If she was back home, she'd be able to at least have some cheese with these, and since it was her dad's favorite snack, there would be plenty of cheese to choose from. If she got home, that would be a good thing to do. At the very least, that gave her something to do while sitting: think of what she wanted to do once she got off this island.

1. Eat a big plate of cheese and crackers.
2. Get Rod to take me on an awesome date away from the public spotlight.
3. Get the fuck out of Kingman and to Los Angeles at the first opportunity.
4. See if Rochelle's agency would sign me.
5. Make an awesome career for yourself.


It was somewhat dumb to do, and it could lead to disappointment down the road, but it was nice to have that mental distraction. It took away from the lousy crackers, and it took away from the hellish experience here.
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"Fuck."

Nadia looked up when she suddenly felt a sudden downpour come crashing down on her. So much for her break. Nadia quickly threw the tin of crackers into her bag and stood up. She grabbed the chair leg in her hand and started to hustle down the path towards the asylum.

As Nadia felt the cold rain hit her body, giving her the first shower in days, she suddenly found that rain water wasn't the only thing making contact with her body. The cold, cracked concrete of the ground was too.

While she ran, Nadia's foot got caught in the cracked ground and caused her to stumble off balance. She fell forward, her arms flailing to regain balance, until she faceplanted on the ground. She felt the chair leg fly out of her hands as she let out a cry.

Her hands stung, as did the side of her face. She continued to feel the unwanted massage of the rainfall as she lay on the ground for a few moments. She let out a long sigh. This day was starting to get worse every second, and she just knew there had to be something else to be like Barbra Streisand and rain on her parade.
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Nadia pushed herself off the pavement and got on her knees. She stood up and stumbled forward, running over to the chair leg. She quickly scooped it up and ran towards the end of the bridge. She tried to ignore the stinging in her knees, hands, and cheek as she kept running.

As she reached the end of the bridge, the rainfall was starting to get unbearable. She was cold and miserable, and she didn't want to run any further. She looked to the side and realized there was an area under the landing part of the bridge she could take shelter under. She made haste to get there and out of the rain. To her luck, there was no one there, so she made herself the troll beneath.

Under the safety of the bridge, Nadia spent the remainder of the light time to put band aids on her scratches and to removed some of her wet clothes. She pulled out the emergency blanket and wrapped it around herself. She hoped no one else would think to take shelter under here today. She wasn't going to be comfortable here, but it was better than out there.



Nadia stirred awake as the crackling sound of the announcements came to life. She rubbed her head and stretched her arms, reaching for the cardigan and skirt she left to dry. She was still cold, so she hoped she could get up and see some warm sunlight.

The terrorist rattled off more names and more deaths. Some people killed again, some overdosed, some committed suicide. It was hard to believe, but Nadia was finding it slightly easier to accept this was all happening. There wasn't anyone she was sad to hear was dead, but they were all starting to blur. It was already the fourth day here, and the deaths would keep happening. Nadia wasn't sure if she could wait for rescue any more. Odds were only one person was leaving at this point.

Once dressed and once she knew where to avoid, Nadia stepped out from under the bridge, keeping the chair leg in her hand. She began to move back to the landing of the bridge. She wasn't sure if she still wanted to go to the asylum or not, but she wanted to at least see what the area around her was like.
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Nadia turned and noticed two girls coming towards her from the bridge. She waited, but then recognized them as Bridgette Sommerfeld and Bryony Adams. They were two artsy girls from the senior class. Nadia didn't really have any relationships with either of them, but she didn't find them as annoying as many of her other classmates. Besides, neither of them were reported killers, and they didn't look threatening right now, so Nadia was probably okay around them. The chair leg wasn't a good weapon, but it put her ahead of these two at least.

Bridgette said hello, and Bryony gave a small wave. Nadia figured it couldn't hurt to deal with these two for a moment before she headed off.

"Hey," she said back.

Nadia gripped the chair leg as it hung by her side.

"I don't suppose you two are people I should be worried about?"
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So neither Bridgette nor Bryony were looking for trouble. Nadia was content to let the girls pass by once she divulged her information. Both ladies were merely curious about who she's seen on the island. That shouldn't be so hard. Nadia hadn't seen too many killers or dangerous people, but it had also been a while since she had seen anyone who people could actually be looking for.

"Um, let me think," Nadia said.

"First day, I saw the Jasmine who died, Maxim, Jerry Fury, and Brendan Harte. I don't know where the latter three are anymore, but with the latter two, I could care less since one is a known killer and the other is crazy enough to become one.

"Uh, day two, there was Asuka and Toby, but Toby ran off with Jerry. Asuka was in the asylum last I checked. No idea if she's still there.

"Yesterday, the only living person I saw was that Scottish dickhead Will McKinley carting around his girlfriend's corpse like Faust or something. Since then, I haven't seen anyone. Mostly took to hiding under the bridge and waiting out the rain.

"Did I name anyone you were looking for?"
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((Skipping for inactivity))

"Be my guest. I wasn't planning to stick around much longer," Nadia said to Bridgette about checking out the bridge.

Bridgette passed by her and went under the bridge. That left Nadia with Bryony up top. Nadia didn't know what to talk about with Bryony. The two of them didn't have a lot in common, and with Bridgette out of the way, she wasn't sure what to say.

"So...Alba..." Nadia began. "Sorry, haven't seen anyone with that name. Haven't seen a lot of decent people here."

Before Nadia could say much else, someone else started calling out for a "Bree." She turned and saw some girl running towards them. There was another girl close by. Nadia was sure that they were friends or people she knew from school. She didn't have time to think of who they were, because one of them was now screaming.

Nadia slowly turned and realized there was actual present danger. Bridgette wasn't coming back from under the bridge. Instead, something far worse was. Something that would make Nadia see the real terror of the game. Something that would force her to consider playing. Something that made her tighten her grip on the chair leg and hold it in front of her.

That something was, of course, Caedyn fucking Miller.
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Nadia didn't want to believe it. She really didn't want to feel as surprised as she did then, but she was. Her mouth fell slightly open as she tightened the grip on the chair leg held out before her. Bridgette was just murdered, but that wasn't what was as surprising as the other variable. No, that's what really got Nadia.

Caedyn Miller actually killed someone. Caedyn "Fucking" Miller. She had moved up from the high school level of awful human beings to the electric chair level. Nadia should have been surprised that someone with as odious a personality as Caedyn would kill in this game- hell, she had figured it was likely back on the first day- but to see the bitch actually take the step into the role as killer was almost absurd.

Fortunately for her, Caedyn wasn't too far gone, and knew to run away instead of attempting to kill four people with just a broken bottle. Granted, Nadia was sure she could take her, but that would probably get one of the other girls here killed, and Nadia wasn't sure she wanted that on her conscience.

Nadia merely stared off in the direction Caedyn went as the other girls talked. It looked like Bryony had found a friend, and the other three were talking of helping one another. One of them asked about "them," referring to Nadia. Nadia didn't even look at the girl. She knew there was more to do right now than talk about alliances. She needed to think about her continued survival. There wasn't much to gain being in a large group, and Nadia had to think of what would help her in the long run. Going after Caedyn wouldn't help, and neither would surrounding herself with people she wasn't too familiar with. That's when she turned back to Bridgette.

Nadia quickly hurried over to where Bridgette's corpse lay. Caedyn had left Bridgette's bag here. She moved over to the bag and pulled it free from Bridgette's body. Keeping the chair leg in one hand, she opened the bag and started rifling through it. Out popped a bottle of water, a tin of crackers, and two energy bars. There was also a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, which Nadia sorely needed after four days here.

"The rest is yours," she said to no one in particular.

She pushed Bridgette's bag in the direction of the other three. She started to transfer the items into her own bag. Food and water wasn't as useful as a good weapon, but it would at least prevent her from keeling over from dehydration or starvation. It wasn't like Bridgette was going to miss those items, and at the very least, some clear-headed people should get to use them while they still could.

"You may not be keen on me doing this," Nadia said to the group.

Nadia zipped up her bag and swung it over her shoulders. She turned to the other girls.

"But in case it wasn't clear, some people are determined to survive at any cost, so some compromises will have to be made."

Nadia gave a short wave.

"Best of luck to you guys."

Nadia then took off in the direction opposite of the way Caedyn left. Nadia wasn't sure where she was heading but she knew staying there or going after Caedyn weren't the best options. She didn't know if she could trust those girls, and Nadia couldn't guarantee she could actually beat Caedyn. No, if Nadia was going to survive, she's have to think objectively and know when to do the thing that may not be morally white.

At least, to a certain extent. Even Nadia had to know where lines had to be drawn.

((Nadia Riva continued in Lay My Purple On the Grass))
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