Maxim didn't know how long he had been running. It felt like ages. His run was aimless and he wasn't thinking about where he was going. He just needed to get away from that Stone Circle. He needed to get away from Dylan. His running took him to a burnt down building. While it seemed to be large and still standing, it was black and nothing was there. Luckily for him, he had not encountered anyone yet and thus was allowed a moment of rest. A time to recollect his thoughts.
In the time he had to relax, Maxim decided to read the manual that came with the gun he was given. He learnt how to reload it and though it took some time, he eventually learned how to do it. While he was a bit sloppy when it came to doing the instructions, at least he managed to follow them through. Maxim held the now loaded gun in his hands, trying to accustom himself to the feel of it. Next time he fired this gun, he didn't want to misaim. He was going to hit his target.
Now inside the ruin in a room to the right of the entrance, Maxim leaned against the wall, conserving his energy. Looking through Dylan's rations, Maxim got out a loaf of bread and began eating it. The bread was plain in his mouth and he let the saliva melt the bread chunks until they were digestible. He spent his time focusing on this process, distracting himself for a moment as he worked to quell his hunger.
He didn't want to think of what happened at the Stone Circle. Seeing Dylan react so emotionally; the image of her tearful face was permanently engraved in his mind. He wanted to block out the image, but it constantly haunted him. While he was running, it was the face that he kept on seeing. He needed to calm down. Push that image out of his brain. There was no choice. He had to do that. He had to survive. It was all for survival.
His face took on a stern frown as he stared at the floor, planning what he was going to do. This calmness allowed him to organize his thoughts. Maxim felt it was adequate to have a basic plan on what to do while he was in The Program. He needed to know what to do and how to do it.
His main priority was survival. That was the name of this game and if he had to play along to survive, he was damn well going to do that. It might mean making some dubious actions, but as long as he survived, nothing else mattered. After all, it was kill or be killed in this scenario and he wasn't going to roll over and die for anyone.
His next priority was to find Louisa and Tori. He knew both of them were in The Program. He needed to find them. Once he found them, Maxim could work to keep them safe. If the three of them stayed alive, then maybe they could stay alive until the final three and let everyone else kill each other. Then again, Maxim remembered that only one of them could win. What would happen when it was just the three of them? Could he kill them? Maxim didn't think so. What would happen then?
Scowling to himself, Maxim shook his head vigorously. Now wasn't the time to think of that. He could worry about that later. Right now, he just needed to find Louisa and Tori. That was all.
Maxim started to feel chilly, probably because it was autumn. Looking in his bag, he got out his jacket and draped himself inside it, hoping it would keep him at least a little warmer than he was before. The jacket was nice and it did make him feel warmer than he did before. That was a relief to him in the very least. He didn't fancy died of coldness.
Maxim realized that America was watching him and the island, including his parents. He probably should care more about that, but he really didn't. It made no difference to him whether people were watching him or not. He was still here. He was still fighting for his life against his classmates and just because a few cameras were scattered here and there didn't mean that he was going to change his plans on what to do. No one could save him now.
He was on his own. They had no right to judge him for his actions in the game. However, people inevitably will judge him for this. He knew this. He knew that people were going to hate him for what he was going to do in the game. His parents may even be ashamed of him for acting like this. However, the same mantra ran through his head.