[Originally posted by Mimi]
People were dead and Summer couldn't force herself to be surprised. Any trust or faith she'd had in the unity of the student body or their motivations was crushed the night before and left rotting in the tent. Deaths and killing were just the next logical step. There was no trusting anyone anymore, not where they were, not when people were given a blank check to do whatever they wanted. She tried feeling sad for the kids that died, thought of them back when they were back in Aurora and breathing, but when it came down to it, Summer wondered if they were better off. They wouldn't have to try and survive and get so close just to die at the end, or face having friends betray them. In a way, they got to die with some kind of blissful ignorance. They wouldn't have to come to terms with their friends turning into animals.
Part of her wished she'd be given the same opportunity.
Her spear dragged across the loose gravel of the sidewalk, kicking up some dust in its wake. She'd been walking since she'd left the woods, barely stopping to catch her breath until she'd reached the city. If she had it her way, she'd never have to go back in there, not back into that nightmare. Just looking at the hills in the distance made her stomach turn. The city was better, less open. It seemed familiar, almost nostalgic and comforting, like being back in Seattle. A really empty Seattle. She hadn't realized how much she missed the sound of cars driving or people talking. It was quiet. Lonely.
Every now and then, Summer would catch a camera focusing on her. It made her feel a little safer, in a way, like she wasn't truly alone as long as there were people watching her. It was like she had a friend. Or friends, as the case was. There weren't friends behind the cameras, she tried telling herself. It was the people who kidnapped them, Mister Danya and his
friends. They were terrible people who wanted to watch her die. They voted for their favorites, rewarded people like Katarina for being gruesome. It was wrong and awful and disgusting and she couldn't stop herself from being jealous. There was something wrong with her. She knew in the rational part of her mind that being jealous that she wasn't some sick terrorists favorite was ridiculous, but that part of her that needed someone to like her and tell her how special she was persisted. She wanted the cameras on her, wanted to feel like people were with her and liked her. It was the only thing that had made her feel safe since parting with Brandon.
She didn't want to be lonely.
As Summer approached the apartments, she caught sight of a body in the courtyard between, halfway hidden by some overgrown bushes. Immediately, she averted her eyes, as if pretending that she hadn't seen it would make it go away. She didn't know who it was, nor did she want to, just one of the names from earlier in the day. It was easier if she didn't have to acknowledge it.
Summer cautiously entered the building, its old door stick slightly as she did. She wanted a nice, enclosed space to sleep, though she didn't expect sleep would come easy after everything. Cameras were in here, too, watching her every movement, beckoning her deeper into the building. Emboldened, she made her way up a flight of stairs, exiting at the second floor and moving down the hallway. Wallpaper peeled from the walls, pocketed with water damage and old age. It was scary, but as long as the cameras were around, she was safe, she could just scream and someone would come help her. The same kind of safety you feel when you're little and your parents are just a room away to protect you from the boogie man.
They'd watch over her, just like little guardian angels.