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Drip; open, Noon Day 4
Topic Started: Jan 15 2017, 11:44 AM (391 Views)
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(Keith Bauer continued from Last Days)

The last twenty-something hours had been somewhat uneventful. They had looked around the asylum looking for Ty's girlfriend and Nancy's ass to kick, but had found neither. Keith didn't really want to find Nancy anyway, so that was fine. More than fine, really, not coming across murderers was probably the best way a day on the island could go at this point. Well, that and some motherfucking Navy SEALs showing up, shooting all the terrorists in the face, and taking the remaining teenagers back to America.

Keith was kind of doubting that would happen at this point.

Later he'd filled everyone's water bottles up in the rain. He didn't like the rain, it hardly ever rained in Kingman, and he really preferred it that way. But he had made himself useful, and the other two students hadn't abandoned him when he'd gone out to fill up the bottles. Not to mention neither of them got stabbed with swords while he had been gone, which was a huge improvement over the last time he'd intentionally gone off by himself.

And now they were at the docks and he had to admit it was a little chilly. Keith could feel goosebumps on his arms. He wished he had a jacket, but he didn't expect to need one to go on a field trip to a science museum.

The announcements had been as bad as expected. More people that had killed before had killed again, and then that Alessio guy had killed a couple people, and that Kaitlyn girl from the senior class had drugged someone to death. That sounded like an awful way to go, although Keith thought that dying at all sounded pretty horrible, no matter how it happened.

He looked out at the ocean from the docks. It looked rough, but with the rain that wasn't surprising. He'd only been to the ocean once before, as a kid. They'd gone on a family road trip to California, with five of them in a beat up minivan. Two of his older sisters had moved out at that point. The ocean had been pretty calm, the sun had been shining, and the sand had been warm. The downside had been that the beach had been crowded, with seagulls flying around trying to take people's food. It hadn't helped that some drunk old guy had thrown up on their stretch of beach at one point.

In contrast to that, the sky above this ocean was dark, and the only people on the island above the age of nineteen, were whatever terrorists were hiding around to deliver the best kill prizes and whatever other shit they had to do. He briefly wondered if they could get away with killing them instead of focusing on killing Nancy.

He really doubted it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a single large raindrop falling from the sky onto his nose.

Shit.
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More raindrops fell. The ocean was now blurred and out of focus from the drops of water now coating his lenses.

The question was one he didn't know the answer to.

He shivered. He wished he had a jacket again. Heck, he'd settle for a cheap plastic poncho if it came down to it. His clothes would probably be soaked again soon, like they had been when he woke up in that disturbing basement. That had been before he'd really processed what deep shit they were in. He hadn't seen anyone die then either. It amazed him a little how waking up in a flooded basement could have been an improvement over his current circumstances.

He still didn't have an answer, but he did have his own question.

"Shit, I don't know."

He knew that the terrorists had released last survivors in the past, and he didn't think they'd had any trouble with the law when they came home, but he wasn't completely sure. Then there were the rescued kids, way back when he was in elementary school. He knew even less about them. Some of them might have killed people.

"Do you remember what happened to those rescued kids, y'know back in, shit, like fourth grade?"

Keith hadn't been paying attention to that sort of thing back then. He'd been playing sports, riding his bike, just good kid stuff. He hadn't ever had it cross his mind that his life would be at risk less than a decade later.
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Keith almost laughed, except he didn't laugh very often. He was pretty sure the rescued kids had lived as well, but that wasn't what he was concerned about.

"Well uh, some of them might have killed, yeah?"

He thought that might be true.

"I think there'd act different if say, killers were pardoned, compared to letting them live, but putting their asses in jail."

It wasn't much of a thought. Anyone rational would probably take going to prison over dying, but if people were killing their classmates, then they probably weren't all that rational anymore.

Maybe Lizzie's plan to try and figure out why Nancy killed would be fruitless. Of course, he didn't say that. It wouldn't help.
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(skipping because I'm not sure when I'll be able to post again and inactivity hits later this week)

"Oh."

Keith wasn't sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, those who went around murdering their classmates needed to receive some sort of justice, or at least he thought so. On the other hand, the island was kind of a different circumstance, wasn't it? Maybe community service would be better than jail for the weird situation, to give back to the community after hurting it. Sure, he hadn't tried to kill anyone, and he liked to think he never would, he had to admit it was possible.

After all the rule that you had to kill to go home still existed and he really wanted to go home.

He still wasn't killing anyone though, well, not unless their plan to kill Nancy worked.

He really hoped it didn't.

"Well uh, shit."
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Everyone was understandably upset about the situation. The murderers getting by without consequences if they were rescued would be the worst part about it if it happened. It happening would still be better than not, though, since Keith really liked being alive. He could probably live with justice not being served if he got to stay alive. Not that he got a say in the matter, of course.

He followed Ty back towards the island. It seemed like killing Nancy was still the plan. He didn't like that. He didn't like the idea of being alone to be picked off by another Jasmine or Nancy even more. So he'd stay with his group even if the plan was bad. They were kind of growing on him anyway, which was surprising, but not unwelcome.

He felt more rain on his face.

Shit.

He kept walking.

(Keith Bauer continued in Lay My Purple on the Grass)
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