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1ИS∅MИ1∀; Morning, Day 10, Open
Topic Started: Jul 7 2017, 02:03 PM (547 Views)
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((Bryony Adams continued from Tea Party with Death at Dawn))

Day ten.

They had reached day ten. They had been on the island for over a week, nearly a week and a half now. They’d somehow survived nine days of murder and bloodshed and heartbreak and terror, nine days that had felt like nine years, each second dragged out for as long as possible to allow for some new horror to happen. Nine days without showering, nine days where sleep came in drips and drabs, nine days where people were pushed to the extremes in the hopes that it would help them survive.

And the worst that Bryony had to show for it all was a pain in her knee and a hole in her hand.

Bryony sat up in her makeshift bed on the floor and stared at the fresh white bandages wrapped around her wound as the announcements began to play. She’d changed them the previous day, the old, bloodstained set left to serve as some macabre flag at their day 8 camp, next to the playing card, still dutifully marking the way for Alba. Just in case.

Just like Sandra, Bryony’s mind wasn’t fixated on this morning’s announcements, but it wasn’t due to numbness. She had thought, days ago, that she would never get used to the crackle of loudspeakers coming to life, and her prediction hadn’t been proven wrong yet, the sound still raising the hairs on the back of her neck and freezing the blood in her veins.

But when Danya had mentioned they were on day ten, a new thought pushed all of that to the side. A new thought as a whole, but one made of several different voices constantly churning around her mind. They were getting close to the end by now, or at least that was how it was beginning to feel. A lot of people had died. A lot of strong and driven people, a lot of people who would have achieved great things in a different timeline, a lot of people who had seen the terrorists’ orders as the only possible way out. And Bryony had outlasted all of them.

It was so hard not to think that she didn’t deserve to be still breathing when others weren’t.

It had plagued her all her life, that feeling of not ‘deserving’ anything. That constant feeling that she always just another also-ran, that she’d never be good enough for anything or anyone. And now the simple act of living was making her feel as though she was somehow doing something wrong, like she had robbed someone deserving of her “spot” of their life.

But another feeling, stronger than that one, and somehow growing stronger, reminded her that she was just as deserving of living as anyone else on this damned island. Her classmates’ deaths were not on her hands; there were always going to be people, people like Bridgette and Henry and Bradley, that just thinking about would wrack Bryony’s mind with guilt as to what she could have done to save them. But she couldn’t save every single person on the island. Nobody on here could.

And if she couldn’t save everyone and if she couldn’t kill anyone, what else could she do but live?

Slowly, Bryony rooted around on the floor, searching for her hair ties, tying her hair up into pigtails as the announcements rattled on. She had been able to stymie one of her mental issues, but with the days now stretching into the double digits, there were plenty of other issues that needed to be dealt with, and that were beginning to crop up.

A low rumble echoed from Bryony’s stomach, and she paused midway through bunching up her hair as one of those issues made itself known.

“Do, um… How much food does everybody have left?"
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“Hey, um, Sandra, wait up a sec…”

Bryony’s plea might as well have been uttered to the cameras and to Danya himself, for all the attention and consideration it received. Her voice trailed away as Sandra kept on walking, out of the room and down the corridor, off to do whatever it was she had in mind. She stayed watching the doorway, listening to Sandra’s echoing footsteps, until even they disappeared into nothingness.

“Stay safe…” Bryony murmured, a prayer unheard by the world.

She stayed that way for several moments, still watching the doorway, unknowing that she had seen her friend alive for the last time. How could she? How could she have ever predicted that her last sight of Sandra Dyer would be in a derelict room in a ruined asylum?

It took Bryony a couple more moments to realise that the announcement had finished playing. She had, in the past few days, trained herself to listen out for a select couple of names; Alba’s and Gary’s. Mercifully, neither of them had appeared on there since they’d woken up in the gardens, neither as killer nor killed. Every other name… well, they all still hurt. But it was a numbing pain, rather than a sharp, piercing one.

Was that better, or was that worse? Bryony couldn’t tell. She didn’t want to be able to. There was already far, far too much for her to worry about, and for her to hate herself for.

She looked down into her bag as the other two discussed the state of their food supplies. There wasn’t much to look at. Her map and set of cards were in her pockets, and she hadn’t brought any spare clothing with her on the trip. All that was left in there was her first aid kit, survival guide, and flashlight.

The only food in there was a few stray crumbs.

Bryony could feel her heart sinking like a ball and chain, as she searched every nook and cranny of the bag, already knowing she wasn’t going to find anything. Truth be told, it was a miracle her supplies had lasted her this long, with the boy on the beach making off with the lion’s share of them on the first day. She’d already gone a couple of meals without eating. Now it looked like that would be the state for her remaining few on the island.

“I’m, um… I’m out of food.”

Bryony spoke in a hollow voice, not looking up at the other two.
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Bryony stared down into the depths of her bag, as if it were a magic 8 ball, and she was waiting for it to give her all the answers she needed – or, more accurately, wanted. No matter how long she looked, however, and no matter how much she wished, nothing changed and nothing was going to change. The crumbs weren’t going to morph together and form another loaf of bread. She couldn’t will a handful of energy bars to appear out of thin air. Her bag was empty. That was how it was gonna remain.

Taking deep, shaky breaths, Bryony tried to recall her scant knowledge about starvation. If she was running on a full stomach, then going through a whole day without food would be pretty much no problem; a few hunger pangs here and there throughout the day, but no more than that. She hadn't managed to get three square meals a day out here, though – she was lucky if she could even manage one on most occasions. Still, even when feeling asleep hungry, the human body could easily survive for a day without eating, and likely for even longer than that. And, well.

No matter how you sliced it, they were all reaching the end of this “game”. There would be one person left standing long before hunger was supposed to claim her.

So starvation wasn’t going to kill her. Not directly, at least. But the slow and steady build up towards it was almost as dangerous out here. How could she stay focused and press forwards when every movement ached and tore at her insides? How could she keep a clear head when the only thing on her mind would be food? The longer this carried on, the worse her mental and physical states would get, and the more likely she’d mess up around one of the remaining players and -

The tap on her shoulder near made Bryony leap out of her skin, letting out a little yelp of surprise as she spun round to see who it was. Alice. Only Alice. Of course, of course it was Alice, the girl who was her lighthouse on this island, reaching out to her and offering her food. Bryony glanced up at her best friend, then down at the bread and water in her hand, then back up at Alice. Instinct took over her, and she started speaking without thinking.

“Oh, um, It’s… It’s okay, Alice, really. I’ll… I’m sure I’ll be fine without…”

Another rumble from her stomach completely shattered Bryony’s already fragile pretence, and she gazed at Alice for a few moments through watery eyes. With delicate hands, she took the food and water from Alice, and a smile managed to break through onto her face.

“Thank you…”

Bryony tore off a small chunk of bread, stowing the rest in her bag next to the water bottle, slowly chewing on her meagre breakfast, trying to savour each bite. It had happened again, just like she thought it would. Something had happened, something that, no matter how small or large, had threatened to tip her over the edge into total despair. And then, suddenly, something or someone else had arrived to drag her back out again.

You could chalk it down purely to luck, really. It was luck that had allowed her to find Alice and Sandra, luck that had allowed them to avoid the majority of the players, luck that had prevented the boy from the beach’s theft to have completely ended her game days ago. It wasn’t exactly what one thought of when they thought of “The Fittest,” was it?

But that was bullshit. Survival, especially in a scenario like this, where the odds were stacked high, high against you, was down to 99% luck. People were stronger than her, people were faster than her, people were smarter and more charismatic and more attractive and more dangerous than her, but if a stray bullet flew your way, or you took just too long to get out of a danger zone, or the terrorists decided they were just gonna blow your collar for fun, then none of those skills mattered one tiny bit. Luck could make you or break you.

And if Bryony was going to make it to the end solely on luck, then so be it.

She finished off the last morsel of bread, quickly dipping back into her bag to wash it down with a swig of water. She took a moment to compose herself, looking down at her bag once more, before getting to her feet, still slightly shaky.

“Okay, um… Okay. We can’t just… sit around here all day. There’s still things we need to do. We, um, still need to get a weapon, and we… we still need to find Alba…”

Bryony could feel her cheeks starting to burn as she made herself the centre of attention.

“I’ll, um… I’ll go and find Sandra, tell her… tell her we’re gonna get a move on… okay?”
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Bryony looked from Alice to Candice and back again, back and forth and back and forth, face flushed. Her cheeks had gone from merely burning to feeling white hot. They were both, obviously, right. Searching for Sandra by herself would just do more harm than good; the clue was in the name, after all. She would have to wander around this entire building and search every inch of it first before she could bring Sandra back to the group. If Sandra already made her way back whilst Bryony was still checking each room, then that would be even more time lost waiting for her to get back.

And if she stumbled across someone with an intention to play, separated from her friends and allies, with nothing to defend herself with…

“Okay…” Bryony said, voice tremulous. She closed her bag up and pulled it onto her back.

“Okay, no, you’re right, you’re… I’m sorry… I just wanted to get something done…”

Bryony sniffed. Oh, it was tempting. It was so, so tempting to break down again. On top of everything else that had happened, she had finally made an attempt at a leadership role, tried to make some sort of assertive decision, and she had fallen flat on her face at the very first hurdle. In other time and another place, she wouldn’t have gotten up again. She would have let someone else take the reins and would have kept her dumb mouth shut, because she was obviously too stupid and dense to make decisions for herself.

But, right now, she was here. There wasn’t time to hate herself. There were things they needed to do. Things they needed to find, people they needed to find.

And the knowledge that they were very, very close to the end was right at the forefront of her mind as well.

“So let’s, um… Let’s get something done together, then…”

Bryony bit her lip, then tried to offer a smile to her two companions.

“We should, um, close the door behind us, and I’ll, um, stick one of these in there somewhere- “

After a bit of fumbling, Bryony pulled a playing card from her pocket. The Six of Hearts. She was almost at the end of the final suit.

“- And then I’ll, um, place the rest as we go along. That way, um, if Sandra comes back to the room, she’ll be able to find her way to… wherever we wind up.”

Bryony rubbed her eyes, stifled a yawn, and moved towards the exit. Hunger and exhaustion were desperately fighting to take control over her body. She had cried more than she had thought possible, had her heart broken a thousand times over. Each day had felt like a year of torment, and sleep had never been a restful departure from that, as she knew each morning the first thing she’d be greeted by would be more sorrow and despair. No-one would blame her for giving up. No-one would chastise her for falling short.

She kept moving forwards. She wasn’t done yet.

((Bryony Adams continued in Rain, Rain, Come Again))
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