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Topic Started: Jul 7 2017, 05:51 PM (186 Views)
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It was funny to him, in some morbid way, how there were more corpses on this island than actual people now. He wondered which area of the island had the most - the asylum, he figured, was a good guess. It was big enough, certainly, that he could imagine it being bestowed that most dubious of awards: most corpses.

It was aimless, mostly. The direction he took. He'd ended up here with no real intention in mind. The room to him held no special meaning. It was just another room. For a split second he tried to figure out which place on the island was his favorite. The bridge, probably, though he'd never really been there. He'd only ever seen it in the distance. From there, it looked beautiful, in a way.

Beautiful was a good word for most places here, really, he thought.

Then, she showed up. Serena. He was hoping he wouldn't have to see her again. This time, she didn't seem so set on talking. She opened fire. Matt dove to the ground, just barely avoiding adding a few lead accessories to his admittedly limited wardrobe. His thoughts now were some confused slurry of hatred, survival instincts, and swear words. Muttering some half-thought of slur against her, Matt raised his shotgun and fired, buckshot pellets finding new homes in the wall behind her. Sputtering more swears he pumped the shotgun and quickly began to scramble to his feet.
Edited by Privyet, Jul 7 2017, 06:32 PM.
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Serena screamed something at him as he scrambled to his feet before firing off another burst of rounds at him. With a short screech and a half-hearted yell, Matt leapt out of the way, landing on his feet this time. Still yelling incoherence at her, he fired the gun again, missing a second time. Pumping the shotgun, he ducked for cover behind some worthless piece of refuse that would no doubt not save him should Serena choose to fire a third burst at him. Collecting his thoughts for a moment, Matt spoke up, the nervousness clear in his voice.

"Let's talk," he shouted. Quivering, Matt looked down at the gun and then looked up again. He was going to have to kill her. He'd idly thought about it before. In his mind, it would have been easy - he'd have gotten the drop on her. Not the other way around. It seemed unfair to him, being on the receiving end. More unfair was the fact that she was armed.

He took a deep breath, the span of which to him felt like an entire season. And then in the span of only a few seconds he came out yelling, shoving his way past Serena. And then he went through the hallways of the asylum, running, screaming, no direction or place in mind other than away.

((Matt Moradi continued elsewhere!))
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