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We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates; Day 7
Topic Started: Apr 17 2017, 11:02 AM (910 Views)
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((Amanda Tan continued from The World Without Us))

It was deadly silent apart from the almost rythmic sound of her sneakers on wood.

Emma and Jaime couldn't have still been in the pub, since it was a danger zone yesterday, so she'd looked about a few places nearby, but there was no sign of them.

She had hoped they'd be here.

Sure it wasn't exactly close to the pub, but she'd decided it was worth a shot anyway, though it was starting to look like she guessed wrong.

Not that she was completely alone here.

Michael was here, his ridiculous hair ensuring that there was no way it could be anybody else. Not to be rude to the dead or anything.

But she was less worried about finding him than she thought she'd be. She was getting less sensitive about dead people. Weird how easily people adapt. Three days ago she was freaking out at Tessa, yesterday she killed someone and today, she's just carrying them out of caves and walking past them as if it was one hundred percent normal.

Maybe it was just how much she had on her mind. She was trying now, or at least trying harder than she was those first few days on the island. But then why did it feel like all she had done was aimless wandering since the morning.

She'd already played out the conversation a hundred times in her mind. How she would apologise, exactly how she was going to tell them that she fucked up. The thoughts ended there, though, because she didn't know what she wanted to do next. Or if they'd even accept her apology in the first place. But above all else she needed to find them to do it.

So she shouldn't have stopped here. She should carry on.

But she stopped anyway, pausing on the edge of one of those weird concrete things that she suddenly couldn't remember the name of. She wasn't even sure why she was doing this anymore. Obligation? Because it was the right thing to do?

Or was it just because she wanted to clean up her messes. To take back her bad decisions where she could. As if she could somehow defy casuality and make sure that everything was no longer her fault because she'd owned up and apologised for it.

But wasn't it too late for that? She'd made mistakes she couldn't take back.

And somewhere she was almost certain that she would shoot someone again. She'd taken their gun after all. She'd dragged her own gun around everywhere despte how much of a stupid idea it had been. Did she-

No. Thoughts were stopping there. Go straight to jail. Do not pass go.

She swept her hair back out her eyes. Maybe she was better off moving off again.
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There was a sound from behind her, breaking the almost tranquil silence of the docks.

She turned to the person who was approaching and while it took her a moment to work out who, but when she did, she backed up a step, her back bumping into one of the metal railings behind her with an unfortunate sound.

She needed to get out of there immediately. Alessio was walking right towards her, and there was absolutely no way that he'd missed her given how open the docks were.

So, fight or flight?

Flight? That would have been the option she would taken. But no, he was in front of her, and blocking the best way out. She'd have to go right past him. The ocean? She could swim, but if he decided to shoot her while she was trying to work out where she was, she was dead too. Fighting was stupid. He'd killed how many people now? He didn't look dangerous, but certainly four people couldn't be an accident.

But if she chose neither, then what? Wait and see? Try to talk her way out? That was how they got you, wasn't it, because you had no idea how you were supposed to react to them and ended up doing something stupid, which accounted for ninety percent of the things you could do when within thirty feet of a murderer.

But maybe she could play it tough. Maybe he'd buy it and go away. Maybe the fact that the terrorist had declared her a killer could work to her advantage.

"Don't come any nearer. I have a gun."
Edited by Randomness, Apr 18 2017, 10:33 AM.
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So she was a walking treasure bag to killers now. Anyone who had heard the announcements knew that she had food, water and a weapon. She knew it must have been a trap, but she hadn't thought of this. But it didn't matter whether she picked it up or not, after all. They'd all think she'd taken it anyway, because who would be stupid enough to turn away free food?

Which meant that Alessio had all the reason in the world to shoot her. The gun was probably his only advantage. How he'd managed to kill so many people. But he was afraid, he was a scavenger, he was a coward. She just needed to hang tight and maybe he'd go away. Or maybe he'd actaully shoot her. But he was still far enough away that it was worth a shot.

"Okay, give me a good reason to give you the gun. I'm not dumb enough to throw away my only weapon just so you can shoot me with it." She waved the shotgun a little, trying to draw attention to it, and away from the other gun lying on top of her duffel bag.

"Besides, you already have your own, don't you?."
Edited by Randomness, Apr 19 2017, 08:17 AM.
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The sword dropped, the metal clanging against wood and concrete before it came to a stop. He really meant what he was saying, didn't he? Every bit of it.

He thought she was strong? For killing someone? That she could win?

Head completely up his arse. She would have laughed if he wasn't pointing a gun at her.

"You're serious. That's why?" But she wasn't going to press any further, not with his gun still pointing at her.

He still wanted to kill.

The worst part was hat his argument almost made sense. Letting him go along and kill people meant that she wouldn't have to kill anyone and yet still have a shot of making it home. She'd already killed once. It counted even if it was an accident, right? She'd meant to kill someone anyway, and she'd gotten the wrong person. If she could make it home-

But no. No. No. No. Just thinking about it this much was bad enough. She wasn't this kind of selfish person. It was sounded nice, way nice. But she was supposed to be better than that. Besides, there was no way to make sure he kept his promise. What if he shot her anyway? That would be the smart thing to do, if she was him. And Alessio just stood there, staring at her as if he was some sort of lost puppy, and why did it only make him even creepier? He wasn't bluffing when he said he wasn't going to budge if she didn't pass him the gun, was he?

God, she didn't have the patience for this now. She needed to continue searching.

"Alright. I give up. You get the gun."

She threw the shotgun as hard as she could, trying to get it as far from Alessio as she could on the narrow docks. Wouldn't it be great if it broke from the impact? But that was probably too much to ask for wasn't it?

"Keep your promise."

Her rifle was still right behind her.
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He bought it.

Somehow he'd bought it and was going away and oh my god he was getting away with the gun and that was the shittiest thing that she'd managed to do on the island so far. Killing one person was stupid enough, now she'd passed a gun to a person she knew would kill.

Everytime she thought she couldn't fuck up any worse she just had to prove herself wrong, didn't she? And if she heard his name on the announcements again, she would know that she was the one who did let it happen.

But there was a way out of that.

She had been thinking about it the entire time and now that the moment had come she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She was overthinking it. All she needed to do was pick it up, point it at him and pray that she hit. She'd managed it once before, why couldn't she just do it now, when it mattered.

He was getting further away.

The longer she hesitated, the further he got, and the worse it would be to try it.

Ther were go. Gun in hand.

She had one shot.

She had to do it.

She needed to do it now.

Her finger pulled the trigger.

For the second time, the trigger didn't budge.
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She was fumbling with the safety when she heard it, gunshots in the distance.

No, not the distance, they were practically on the docks, and why did they have to be here now?

Jon was the shooter. To think she'd wanted to help him yesterday. What the fuck was wrong with all of them here? Everyone wanted to shoot someone.

And Alessio, he shot at them. With her gun.

Uuuuuuuuuuugh.

She was supposed to take him out before he could do that. He'd missed but it wouldn't be long before he recovered.

He would shoot them.

But if she shot Alessio, Jon still had a gun, and in the absolute best case he'd hit Brendan. And Brendan was a killer too, and fuck, her stupid understanding of morality had not prepared her for this.

Maybe she shoots Jon? But wasn't that what she was trying to prevent Alessio from doing as well?

What was she trying to do anyway? Who was she trying to help? Brendan? Jon? Herself?

She didn't even need to fire, did she. She could just let it play out. Hang back. Let things sort themselves out.

She'd messed up with Will. Messed up so bad. And here they were making her play out the same decisions again and again. And yet, she still couldn't let herself just watch as people got killed right in front of her.

She was doing something stupid again. But this time she knew what she was doing. That made it better, right?

She aimed at Jon and fired.
Edited by Randomness, Apr 21 2017, 06:04 AM.
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It worked?

Jon was down. It looked bad, even from here. Regret? Guilt? Some mix of emotions somewhere on that spectrum anyway, but Alessio was still here, and she still had to deal with him.

She could shoot Alessio too. Get it all over with. She'd already shot two people after all, what more was three, especially when the third was a murderer.

A tiny voice in the back of her head tried to remind her that she was one as well, but it didn't matter. She was trying to do the right thing.

And right now, the right thing was to help one fucking person on the island whether they liked if or not. Jon was the agressor, so clearly he was in the wrong. She definitely wasn't trying to rationalise everything away.

"Why? Wanna try it on someone else? You stay back. You try anything funny and I shoot you too." Right now, more important things came first. If Brendan died, she couldn't fix that. Alessio escaping, she could fix later. Note to self, fix was probably a bad choice of words here.

She made her way past Alessio, gun pointed at him. She could see it on his face. To him she was the monster. Knowing what she was trying to do didn't help her feel any better.

She could trust Brendan, right? He was a little bit awkward of a guy, but probably far less likely to actually hurt anyone than anyone else here. That was why she was helping him.

"Brendan, come on. Let's get up."

Watching out for Alessio was a lot more difficult than she thought. She should have shot him.

No, she probably shouldn't have, just like she shouldn't have shot Jon, but god, would it have made things so much easier. But too late. Not the worst decisions she'd made so far anyway.

"I'm gonna help patch you up. Let's get out of here."
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"Maybe save the thanks for after we get out of here alive."

Jon's body was rolling closer towards them, almost as if creepily chasing them even it his current state, but she did her best to ignore him this time. Guilt hadn't helped her at all, and she shouldn't be looking at him to make it even worse.

Alessio was barely a concern in her mind, too. She wasn't even pointing the gun at him anymore, instead holding it loosely with one hand, as she prepared to run off with Brendan. He had looked cowed when she passed him by. The moment they started moving off, she'd be fine.

After all, her plan was working. Things going right for once, even if she needed to . Brendan looked more okay than she'd thought. Wadn't Jon been shooting at him? But it was good that he looked okay, right? Give him a few seconds and maybe he could run.

"Can you walk?"

She was waiting for a yes, and then they could move get away from here.

What she didn't expect was the sudden flash of movement, of sound, and a sudden throbbing pain in her back.
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Pain, red hot and white cold, like the time she had a fever so bad that she needed to be sent to the hospital.

Nothing was moving, and yet the whole world was spinning before her.

Alessio? But he was too far away with the shotgun, wasn't he? But she couldn't even turn to see who or what had happened or why she wasn't holding on to the gun any longer.

"Brendan! Go!"

She wanted to run too, but her legs weren't moving. Panic? Or was it really this bad already? She could feel the blood dripping down her back, the pain was terrible, but it was probably worse than it looked, right? After all, things tended to work out at the end.

This wasn't the end.

There were things she still needed to do.

She was supposed to help Brendan. She was supposed to find Jaime and Emma. She was supposed to somehow survive and make it back home and then work out what to do tell her parents. What to say to the rest of the kids at school. What to say to Michelle. She wasn't supposed to die until after things were okay.

Her legs crumpled at last, as if telling her that the thought was wrong.

But she still wasn't dead yet.

She wasn't going to die yet.

Not here.

Not like this.

She wasn't-

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