((Felicia LaChapelle continued from Damned if You Do, Damned if You Don't
Even in her state of mind, Felicia couldn't help but grimace a bit at Gerald's spitting. She might as well let it go, though. At least he wasn't acting like Brian.
And honestly, she had better things to worry about.
The fact that they could have died. And what they heard before they were kicked out. Well, Felicia didn't like it. That meant that... three people died, right? And three people killed. Needless to say, the cause of Felicia's concern was apparent.
Obviously, she had been expecting this. That was what you'd expect from The Program; people starting to kill each other. In fact, that was pretty much the idea. It wasn't surprising that they'd start tearing at each other. But Felicia still had problems with it.
She had always been morally opposed to The Program. There was never a good
reason given for it. Heck, what could be a good reason for making teens kill each other to begin with? Felicia could never think of one. It was one of the worst things about America, and Felicia wasn't even as angry towards America as, say, Maxim. It was horrible. She hated how they always had to sit down watching the General pick schools and names, praying they wouldn't be next. She despised how they had to air that wretched thing, commenting on how patriotic
those poor people were. She loathed how people didn't seem to see the issue here.
And she absolutely, definitely, entirely was repulsed
by the fact that they were here.
While the drama with the Furby, the cards, Callison, and the pie had distracted her from the fact that they were on The Program, it didn't last forever. She didn't particularly care that Callison had left while being horrible again, or that he managed to assassinate the Furby before he left. Those didn't matter in comparison to the whole idea of being on The Program.
With one bag slung over her shoulder, she seemed somewhat more withdrawn than usual, like before. She was feeling a bit better than when she had woken up, granted. She still felt a little depressed, though.
The cold didn't help too much, either. Felicia was glad she had thought to wear a sweater and scarf today, and she found the jacket in her bag, which, while it didn't look too good on her, certainly helped. She couldn't help but worry about Bailey, though. She couldn't imagine what it was like in that dress. Poor Bailey must be freezing. Aside from the whole announcement dilemma, she also wondered about ways they could find something to keep her warm aside from the jacket. Nothing sprang to mind, though. And that's what bugged her.
Gerald had asked about the trail.
"Oh, I'll get the map."
Felicia slid the bag over her shoulder, and rummaged through her bag, finding the map quickly and unfolding it.
She looked up, and finally she had to ask.
"Bailey, are you okay?"