Everybody Loses

The center of town is picturesque, flower beds surrounding a large fountain. Large amounts of graffiti mark the fountain's edge, most of it pertaining towards the fact that the centerpiece of the fountain is a carved naked woman with arms outstretched. A well-traveled road leads down to the docks, and a second road leads towards the felled forest. This area also includes the houses closest to the center.* Threads Allowed: 1 *

Everybody Loses

MurderWeasel
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November 5th, 2011, 7:26 am #1

((Kimberly Nguyen continued from We Can Live with the Sadness))

Tomorrow was a strange word. For most of her life, Kimberly had taken it entirely for granted. Tonight, it was the most important word in the world. It was everything she wasn't quite sure what to do about.

Kimberly was hiding between two houses, crouched behind one of those big plastic trash cans you rolled to the curb every Tuesday, trying to ignore the faint smell of sour milk that emanated from it. It was strange, how a mundane odor could now cut through the jaded fog of her senses and turn her stomach in a way that rotting people could not.

She was on one knee, bad arm limp by her side, good hand on the gun in her pocket, like she knew what to do with it. Reiko was close, she thought. Good. She had to keep track of everything. The situation had changed dramatically in the last ten minutes.

Until now, Kimberly had been working on some basic assumptions. The first and greatest was that she was going to die on the island. This had shaped her choices ever since that day on the beach, every since Kris put a bullet in her shoulder. It had colored her decisions in ways she was only beginning to understand.

The truth of it all was that Kimberly did not want to die. She never had.

Death was a difficult thing to grapple with. Even before the island, she'd been a bit squeamish about the whole thing. That was a big part of what drew her to the goths and the emos. She had been able to talk about the futility of life and be taken seriously. She had never delved as deeply as her thoughts went, but that was to be expected. No social group could be perfect. It was also a part of what had, from time to time, driven her to get drunk or stoned, just to avoid dwelling too deeply on things that made her uncomfortable. Still, death had always seemed like a far off fear, along with getting old and living in poverty and all her other sources of hypothetical angst.

Since the kidnapping, things had not been so theoretical anymore. Dying—and, more, dying soon—had seemed inevitable. That simple thing was, in large part, the reason Kimberly had spent so much of her time on the wrong end of various weapons. It was why she had taken insane risks, why she had constantly pushed against the people she met. Lurking in the back of her mind, this whole time, had been the idea that she was doomed to die here.

This was part of why she'd spent so much time trying to goad people into killing her.

Death was a hard thing to face even in the best circumstances. As a helpless victim, it would be flat out intolerable. Better, she figured, to do it on her own terms. It was possible to die without being defeated, as long as it was all part of the plan. As long as she died how she chose, without regrets, she could go out believing she had won, no matter how stupid the reality.

But now, all of a sudden, there was another option, an option that didn't involve telling Liz to shoot her in the face, an option that didn't involve taking Steven hostage to provoke a psycho, an option that didn't involve a dance of death with Kris.

Maybe she'd always wanted this. Maybe that was why she'd taken such great pains to extricate herself from the crazy situations she'd ended up in. Maybe that was why she'd lashed out so severely when she heard that Sarah and Bridget had made it. Maybe she'd just been jealous. Maybe that was why she'd been willing to calm down when she was with Erik. Maybe that was why she could still be hurt by what happened to her friends.

Maybe none of that mattered, compared to the moment.

Kimberly had come to her decision. She wasn't going to play it their way, wasn't going to murder the others without provocation, but she sure as fuck wasn't going to roll over and die for them.

It was time to take stock of her resources.

She had a Molotov cocktail in the hand warmer of her sweater, all gasoline fumes and sloshes to match her steps and fidgeting. Its twin lived in her backpack, slung over her right shoulder. In her right pocket was a cheap bic lighter, a disaster waiting to happen. The combination suggested by these items was her only real means of self defense.

She had a fake gun, but it looked real enough that Reiko hadn't caught on yet. It was worth jack shit in a fight, but it was a tool, just like everything else. In this case, it was a tool for forcing a stalemate. Kimberly was the only one who knew she couldn't actually shoot anyone. She planned to keep it that way.

She had a grappling hook tucked into her belt. Without its rope, it was now nothing more than an awkward metal claw, one that might be able to hurt someone or jerk a weapon out of the way, but was unlikely to come anywhere close to lethal.

She had her boots. Long ago, when she'd walked out the door, when she'd called her last goodbyes, her grandmother had looked at them and asked her if she was sure she was wearing the right clothing for a camping trip. Yeah, Kimberly had said, her boots were fucking indestructible. Two weeks later, she'd altered her opinion only a little. The leather was scuffed, the laces frayed and worn, the soles ground down, but they were still holding together. She couldn't even begin to guess what kind of blisters and infections she had going on under them, but her boots still made her feel strong, even if it had taken her twenty minutes last time she'd retied the fucking laces, thanks to the fact that she couldn't use her left hand.

She had her secrets and her attitude, her suspicions and her determination.

She had Reiko, who she was trusting not to shoot her in the back of the head, and who was trusting her in the same way. Kimberly didn't like trusting people. In her experience, almost everyone was a liar. There were no other options, though, not now. Besides, Reiko was Sarah's girlfriend, and even if Kimberly sometimes hated Sarah a little, she still owed the girl her life. The least she could do was extend a little bit of confidence.

It wasn't a lot to work with, but she'd done more on less before.

Beside the trash can was a house, painted pale green, with nice wooden paneling. Kimberly had almost suggested hiding in it, but had changed her mind at the last second, figuring that the others were likely to search the houses first. From her current location, she could see the center, could see the statue and the flowers and the ground that was a grave. The light was not perfect, but the moon was casting enough of a glow that she would easily be able to see anyone traversing the open area. At the same time, it was dim enough for her and Reiko to lurk in the shadows cast by the other house (brown, dull except for the bullet holes in it).

They hadn't discussed their plan of action. Maybe there was none. Maybe they were just going to wait things out and try to pick off whichever of the other three came out on top. Maybe Reiko planned to go hunting. Kimberly wasn't about to start murdering people just because they were in her way. She hadn't shared this with Reiko, and hoped it wasn't going to become a point of contention. At the same time, if Reiko wanted to go on a killing spree, well, Kimberly didn't have the power or inclination to stop her. Everyone left was a killer. Everyone left had done horrible things to get this far.

Aislyn, in the water.

No time for regrets.

Kimberly kept her hand on her fake gun, kept her profile low, kept a watch on the section of the expanse of concrete she could see.

At the same time, she tried her hardest to enjoy the evening. There was a damn good chance it would be the last opportunity to do so she'd ever get. Tomorrow was still a night away.
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November 8th, 2011, 9:11 pm #2

((Reiko Ishida continued from We Can Live With The Sadness))

Two weeks had passed since Reiko Ishida had found herself waking up on this island. Two weeks that had never felt that long in the past, but these last two weeks had felt like a lifetime. Back then, before the beginning of these two weeks, the girl had taken so many things for granted. Her sister, her relationship with Sarah, her parents, her home, the comfort of her bed she always complained about being too firm. None of those mattered nearly as much as the problems she had faced in the last fourteen days. And yet here she was, one of the last five people left alive on the island.

Her mind wandered as she crouched in that alleyway, Kimberly to one side, an open alleyway on the other. Her thoughts dwelled mostly on Sarah, wondering where she was now, how she was doing. If she would ever move on if Reiko didn't make it. The girl certainly hoped so, even if she was going to try her hardest to make sure that wasn't the case. She was going to get home, even if she had to kill every last person left on this island herself.

She shifted the weapon hanging off her shoulder, within easy reach but not in hand. Reiko made sure to keep her eye out for any suspicious movements. As it stood at that point, anyone who wasn't Kimberly was an enemy. In the back of her mind she knew that in short order Kimberly would no longer be an ally either. At some point one of them had to die in order for the other to live. With any luck, she wouldn't have to be the one to pull the trigger.

The silence was almost unbearable, but she knew better than to try and initiate conversation at that moment. Last thing they needed was someone deciding to find them and shoot them while they weren't paying attention. For now all she could do was wait for the others to show up and see what happens.
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November 9th, 2011, 10:37 pm #3

((Ericka Bradley continued from We Need To Stop Meeting Like This))

It was almost over. They’d been here for almost two weeks but now it was almost over; it seemed longer.

Ericka entered the backyard of a house through its busted wooden fence. She was cutting through the town’s yards and alleys to stay hidden as she got close to the final battlefield. The yard itself was a bit too empty, no garden or children’s toys, just a small poorly-maintained lawn. Or maybe there was a garden and it got overgrown? There was a small gate on the side of the house that appeared to lead to the front. She turned slightly to the right and walked toward it…

*beep* ... *beep*

Ericka took several steps back in shock. She figured that she must’ve gone too far, and was now leaving the town center instead of entering it. That problem was easy enough to solve. She walked back to the breach in the fence.

*beep* … *beep*

She jolted back again. Maybe she did just enter but the side of the yard was out of bounds? She walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. There was a window nearby, though. Ericka searched for, and soon found, a rock with enough heft to break the window. The glass shattered loudly as the rock plunged through it into the house. Then she took a smaller stone and broke off any remaining glass that might cut her as she climbed inside. She stuck her head as far as she could inside the building to make sure she wouldn’t be stuck in a danger zone when she went in. Since she had enough room to maneuver, she began to climb inside.

The house was better furnished then a few of the others she had seen on the island, but then again, she could count the houses she had been in here on one hand. It came as a shock considering how neglected the backyard was. This house had chairs, and tables, and it was decorated; it even had a door! Ericka began to walk toward the front door.

*beep* … *beep*

“Again?” she thought out loud as she backed up.

She decided to give up trying to make sense of the danger zone situation for now. Her next step would have to be to find another way out. There was another window to her left, next to a camera. She didn’t need to break the window since she was on the inside, so she just moved to it and opened it up. She poked her head out as she did for the previous window. She took the rock she used to break the back window, and tossed it into the alley just in case. She brought a chair over and used it to go through feet-first; gently lowering herself to the ground.

The front of the alleyway appeared unobstructed, so she tried to walk out into the street.

*beep* … *beep*

After muttering a short expletive, Ericka quickly turned and walked toward the back of the alley. She had enough information now to figure out the nature of the nearby danger zone boundaries. She had gotten closer to the street in the alley than she had in the house. The corner of the boundary was probably in that yard. She entered into the town center when she entered the breach in that fence, and the angle of the boundary caused part of the house and the street-side exit to this alley to fall into the danger zone. If that was true she could probably run around the corner into the safe zone before her head came off, but she wasn’t enough of a risk-taker to try that.

She went to the back of the alley. This one had a gate too, but the fence and gate for this yard were chain-link instead of the other yard’s wood. The gate was locked, but it was easy enough to climb over it. The yard on the other side was a mess; it looked like someone salted the earth here, so that nothing would ever grow again. There was some rusty scrap metal that looked like it used to be a swing set, and a half-buried deflated ball of some sort. She tried to open the door, this one was locked too. The back window was too high up, but the door itself had a window. She unlocked the gate, opened it up, and retrieved the rock from the alley. The door’s window gave way easily; she reached in and unlocked the door.

This house was nowhere near as nice as the last one, but it was still better than the others Ericka had seen on the island. She moved through it quickly and exited onto the street. The street itself was narrow, so it was probably a minor side street. One car could travel along it at most, and it had most likely been limited to foot traffic. She walked along the street, away from the danger zone, and emerged onto another street with one house between her and the town square. Now that she had her bearings, it was time to find a base of operations.
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Current Location: In Transit

Equipment: CZ-99 (9mm) Ammo separated by clip ~(3)~(13)(13)(13) total=42 bullets remaining. CQC-6. Gun Holster.

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November 9th, 2011, 11:53 pm #4

"Louis, if you're watching this, there's something I have to say... s-so, pay attention to your big brother for a second."

Ivan Kuznetsov sat facing the camera he had found in one of the other houses after leaving Tabi for the last time. He was glad to have found a haven such as this, free from dead bodies or other students trying to kill him. It was getting a little tough to find those who fit into that latter category. The announcements stated there were five of them left, and went into pretty good detail of who they were. An unknown factor laid here or there, but he did at least know who Ilario, the only other guy left on the whole island, was. From that bit of knowledge, Ivan understood that this wasn't going to be any easy battle reaching the end. However, as far as he was concerned, the hardest part of his journey was now behind him. Taking her away was going to be the biggest mistake any of them made.

There wasn't a lot of time left to do what he had come to this particular spot to do. Maybe four others remained alive, but Ivan considered himself truly alone. He had always wished to be alone rather than be around his peers at school, finding the spot of least traffic to stake his claim in Bayview's social network. Now he got what he wanted, but only after he had been given something much better. And then, that something had been taken away to be left with his original wish in a cruel display of false generosity. Soon, only one of them would be left alive and they'd have the rest of their life to return to. Ivan was not sure if there was much of a life to return to if he happened to be that one. With that thought, his right hand clasped the hair tie fastened around his left wrist and he stared at the camera in front of him. The instrument was meant to record death and violence and whatever other sick acts the terrorists might have lined up; if it was supposed to record pain, then it was pain he would convey.

"I've been thinking about what I would say to you if I had the chance for a while," Ivan began. His voice was already starting to break as he thought about how his brother might react when he saw the message, as well as how unbearable it was that this might be the last thing he ever told him. "And now that I... um, found this place here with a camera, and sat myself down to tell you, I really don't know still."

He took a breath and ignored how painful his chest felt when he thought about home. He could do this, he could power through all of this for everybody he loved.

"This is just for you, alright?" He had to force the words out at an unnatural pace, as they did not want to seem to come on their own. "I don't give a damn who else sees this... if you think this is entertainment, you can go straight to hell! You hear me? I lost her and you all probably think-" Ivan caught himself, biting his tongue. He had to focus, keep talking to Louis and not those who didn't deserve his attention. "Louis... your brother is going to do everything he can to come back home. I have something I have to do, and before I can win this thing, I'm probably going to have to kill somebody else to do it. I've already killed three people, and I really hope you didn't see any of those first hand." His hands began to shake a little.

"What I'm trying to say is... after this, I want you to stop watching. Keep mom and Aunt Vera company. ... I love you all. See you around."

Ivan turned away from the camera and gathered this things, walking out of the house before anybody else could see him cry. He had all he needed to win the game, now. Almost everything.
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November 14th, 2011, 5:23 am #5

((Ilario Fiametta III continued from Some Kind Of Righteous))

Pressed to the wall of a building overlooking the town center, Ilario breathed soft and deep. The AK-47 nestled in his arms like a baby, spattered in blood and dirt and still shining dully under all of it. He had counted bullets over and over, each time he'd pulled the trigger standing out in his mind and outlined in red. Some moments were blurrier than others, but every count returned to him the same knowledge: he had enough. He'd been careful. All the action movies which sprayed bullets like rain were right enough, but he'd had to conserve. Practicality had won out.

He inhaled gunsmoke and the sick-sweet odor that had begun to permeate everything on the island, exhaled his resolve and peace. He had taken his pills for the last time and bathed as well as he could in the infirmary, swiping a cloth over the worst of the dirt and blood that stained his skin. His throat burned dully and the other wounds, bullet grazes and cuts and bruises still hurt -- but that was far away, somewhere he didn't have to worry. He'd left his pack a few feet away. He could come back to it when all this was over; for now a weapon was all he could afford to carry.

He inhaled, exhaled. The remaining students would be here, he knew. Or dead with collars detonated but he somehow doubted that. If they'd been smart enough and cold enough to make it this far, they would be here for the end. Three were women, he remembered the names like they were written in letters of fire. Ericka Bradley, who'd killed without a thought, who'd walked her path here over the bodies of her classmates. Reiko Ishida who had done the same, who had survived this far on the blood of all who had stood in her way. And Kimberly Nguyen, Kimberly who was -- a puzzle. Kimberly was the only one who made his stomach twist uncertainly because she had only taken down two, and one had been Kris but one had been Aislyn who hadn't killed anyone. But he would consider her later. There was no one left to save, after all. She would have to be guilty.

And Ivan Kuznetsov. He'd killed too. He'd been with a girl, Ilario thought, protecting her, but she was dead now. He had failed, and perhaps he had not done all that could have been done. Irregardless he had killed, and he would have to die.

They would all have to die, now. That was the only way. It was a sad thing, he thought, a thing he would regret, but it was the way of the world. He was the only one left who had been faithful and tried so hard to save people. He was the only one who deserved to live, who still had a soul and a heart enough to have life returned to him. He was sorry for it. He was sorry for all of it, for all of them. But there would be only one.

He pressed himself back into the shadows, and breathed. There would be time. He would wait and see who acted first. The world was clear and open to him for what felt like the first time, free of the blur and vertigo which had so plagued him. There was a clear path. All he had to was wait until the time came. And when it did come...

His fingers squeezed the machine gun lovingly. When the time came, he would shoot. And he would win.

After all, Ilario Fiametta III was the only hero now.

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November 14th, 2011, 6:40 am #6

The whole world was still and silent for a moment, as Kimberly inhaled the stench of garbage and leaned against a house whose occupants had probably been massacred and waited with a girl who had murdered more people than Kimberly could count on her good hand. Fate was a funny thing, sometimes. How strange that she should finally feel like a person again, that she should finally feel like she knew what she wanted. How strange that life should once again be a possibility. In the brief space of time they had been standing in silence, a lot of things had become clear. Kimberly had come a long way towards finally figuring herself out.

The complications were still mind-numbing. Kimberly wasn't cut out for murder. She was no instinctual killer, not the way the others must have been by now. She had the reflexes, sure. She'd sent Liz's knife spinning off into the darkness under the mountain. She'd ducked and dodged and dropped Rhory into the dirt. She'd slammed her knife into Aislyn's gut, on nothing but adrenaline and a split second to react. What she lacked wasn't the means, but the will. Self defense was one thing, but setting out to murder just because she was afraid, that was just becoming the same thing as Kris.

And it was funny, because she'd hurt people for just that reason, hadn't she? She'd spread pain and suffering for her own amusement, for her own benefit, because, fuck, hurting other people was a great way to feel like she still had some control over her life, like she was still in charge of her destiny instead of hurtling helplessly towards her end. The real thing, though, the real difference was exactly what Kimberly had told Liz, all those days ago. The awful people, the evil people, they weren't bad because they caused pain and death. It was that they stole futures, stole choices, stole options. Shooting someone meant they'd never get to grow up. It meant they'd never have the opportunity to better themselves, to realize their mistakes and turn their lives around. It also meant they'd never have the chance to become truly terrible themselves. Still a pity. People could be evil if they wanted, maybe. Perhaps sometimes it was even the right choice.

This was the wrong time for musings. It was the worst time in the world to second guess herself. Kimberly had a truce with Reiko. She had three people at a minimum who were hoping to end her life. She wanted to keep living. The differences were irreconcilable. Too bad. Some people were going to be damn disappointed by the end of the night.

She shifted, half-stood and shuffled her legs a bit, relieving some of the stiffness and tension. It'd be fucking awful to get killed because her legs fell asleep and she tripped over her own feet. She wasn't going to make it easy on the people who wanted to put a bullet through her head.

Somewhere, she thought she heard a noise, maybe a shattering of glass. That was ominous. Somebody was preparing something tricky, most likely, or arming themselves in some manner. These people would be tough. They would be the ones who had made their way to this point through luck and skill, through ruthlessness and careful thought. Maybe some of the others were flukes like she was. More likely, they were like Kris, just scared kids wanting to go home and willing to do whatever it took to get there, but horribly dangerous for precisely that reason.

Kimberly wondered about their families. She wondered who was watching, who was hoping that she would die so that their son or daughter could come back and nestle in their arms. She wondered what her grandparents thought. There was the possibility that they still cared, that even her parents still cared, in that strange detached way they must have viewed her in. She'd been a mistake, yeah, but they'd loved her anyways. They'd always loved her, even when she screamed in their faces, even when she cursed at them, even when she was twelve and wouldn't answer them on the phone for a month, even when she greeted her mom reeking of tobacco. Had she finally broken that, back at the groundskeeper's hut, like she'd hoped at the time? Had she alienated everyone? What would they even do if she came home? Would they throw her on the street, brand her the murderer she was?

How were Kris' and Aislyn's parents coping?

Didn't matter, not now, maybe never. Deep breaths. Don't choke. Don't fuck up. Don't let the tension become overpowering. No regrets.

It was clear, now, what she had to do. It was exactly the same fucking thing it had always been. She had to live like it was the last moment of her life, and she had to live without regrets. She couldn't throw her self away any more than she could throw her life away, survival be damned. She couldn't give up, either. She would take each moment as it came, and she would fucking own it. She would keep herself as safe as she could, and, if the time to die came, she would die laughing.

She pulled the gun from her pocket and straightened a bit, then moved forward a little and peered around the corner of the house, into the town center. Still empty. Were those footsteps echoing, or was it her imagination? A cricket chirped, probably from the flowerbed. The breeze raised goosebumps on her exposed arm. She should have picked more flowers for her hair. Too bad.

A glance at Reiko, then. She wondered what the other girl was thinking, wished she could know. She wished she could be Reiko, just for a second, to see what exactly she had fought so hard for, whether they had more common ground than she imagined. She wished she could be smarter, could be better, could walk into the middle of the square and raise her voice and say fuck it all, she had a way, she had it figured out, she knew how they could all go home and be happy and not have any more deaths.

Silly hopes and longings, but she could indulge the fantasy. She could endure. She had her fake gun, and she had her incendiaries and her little plastic lighter, and she had her hopes and dreams and, yes, even those little regrets she kept saying she'd avoid, and she didn't need anything else. So maybe she couldn't save anyone. So maybe she couldn't get everything she wanted. She would do her best, and it would be enough. It always had been so far.

She was smiling, though she doubted Reiko could see it with the shadows in the alley. The only thing she still didn't have was patience. It was going to start soon, and she was going to have to do something, to take some action. She couldn't sit and let the others tear each other to pieces, couldn't pick off whoever was left. It just wasn't right, wasn't her. So she waited, and she prepared, and she wondered just who was going to make the first move, and how long it was going to take.
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November 15th, 2011, 2:17 am #7

Time passed, and not a word was uttered between the two. The tension of the night was compounded by the simple fact that nothing seemed to be happening. For someone who wasn't used to sitting still for more than five minutes at a time, this was torture for Reiko. She kept finding herself looking at Kimberly, who would occasionally be looking at her. She couldn't help but wonder what things would have been like if they'd met a week ago. Chances are one of them wouldn't have made it this far. No sense in thinking about it too much though.

In the distance, glass breaking. Reiko shifted her body slightly, her eyes focusing in the darkness. Someone was nearby, and coming their way. She found herself standing, gripping the strap of her bag around her shoulder. Her already restless body was compelling her to move, to investigate the noise. To find who was responsible for it.

It didn't really take her long to make a decision. "I'm going to check out what that noise was." She stated, nodding her head at her companion before walking out of the alleyway. Truth be told she was glad for any excuse to be on her own again. Making sure to stick close to the buildings, Reiko made her way towards the source of the noise.
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November 18th, 2011, 10:45 pm #8

Ericka moved to the front door of the house next to her and turned the doorknob; looking over her shoulder nervously. The door creaked open and she peered into the inky darkness, and it certainly was dark. It was darker than the last few houses, at least, probably caused by poor window placement, time of day, or both.

Ericka closed the door behind her and slowly began to explore the interior of the building. She kept her gun out in case someone was already inside, but she doubted that anyone would be. She found her way to a bedroom in the back of the house, which was much better lit than the other parts of the building.

She put her bag on the floor in the corner and opened it up. She took out a fresh clip and reloaded her weapon before returning the weapon to its holster. She took her switchblade and hid it in her sleeve.

Deciding that she needed a better grasp of her surroundings she left her bag there and walked back to the front door. Light flooded in as the door opened and Ericka stepped out onto the street.

A noise came from a nearby alley, so Ericka retrieved her gun from its holster and moved to the sound’s source. Peering into the alley was difficult as it was incredibly cluttered, but Ericka determined that it was unlikely that anyone was there. Seeing a rock, Ericka remembered all the times that a thrown rock was used as a distraction both in fiction and by herself, and she grew nervous. She turned quickly with her gun at the ready and scanned the area for someplace that someone could be hiding.
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B038 - Dawson, Charles
Status: Deceased
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G047 - Ridley, Samantha

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G063 - Bradley, Ericka

Current Location: In Transit

Equipment: CZ-99 (9mm) Ammo separated by clip ~(3)~(13)(13)(13) total=42 bullets remaining. CQC-6. Gun Holster.

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Mr. Danya
Joined: April 14th, 2009, 10:12 pm

November 21st, 2011, 9:12 pm #9

The island had never been so painfully quiet to him before.

From the moment Ivan stepped out that door into the last area of the island that was open to him, he experienced nothing but dead silence from the outside world. The only thing that could quell the deafening, complete absence of sound was the crunch of some sand pressed between his shoes and the surface of the street. How fitting that, as the game drew to a close, anybody who was left would be restricted to the place on the island that was the strongest representation of humanity. That, or it was the strongest representative of the loss thereof.

Ivan was forced to progress towards the center of town from the residential area when his collar beeped a few times. He must not have been close enough beforehand; the way he was pushed onward by a mere noise reminded him of an ant being siphoned towards the center of an antlion's sandy den. The rim held no salvation as it was out of reach, and every step closer could only lead to somebody's demise. The beeping stopped, and Ivan felt that he could stop and rest for a moment.

A soft, high-pitched noise of something shattering... maybe glass?

He pressed himself against the doorway of a nearby building and sunk down low. No gunshots rang out just yet, not that it meant anything. Were there silenced weapons on the island? Ivan couldn't remember. He looked behind him to down the street, then back towards the center of the town. Nobody to watch his back now, he remembered.

Just ahead, he could make out what looked to be a town square of some sort, complete with fountain and flower garden. Bodies littered that area... Ivan could spot two just from where he was. It was an apocaltypic scene brought to life before his very eyes. His hands tensed on the shotgun as he decided to approach the perimeter of the square and head behind the buildings as opposed to in front of them, hopefully not leaving him as a target for anybody who might be sniping from a window. The shotgun went around every corner first, followed by the boy.

Just keep it steady... he could still do this.
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ifnotwinter
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Joined: April 6th, 2009, 5:22 pm

November 27th, 2011, 5:52 am #10

Ilario remained steady where he was. There were four others after all, and he thought they would be more impatient. They would charge into the fray with weapons raised and they would take care of themselves, he decided, they would not need the help of his bullets. Perhaps eventually, but he didn't want to waste any of the precious ammunition, not when they would likely be willing to rip each other to shreds without his assistance.

He settled himself a little closer to the shadow. If they came for him he felt sure that he could have the AK up and firing before they had a chance to do anything. Better to remain unnoticed for now -- they knew he was there, of course, they could count and they knew his name, his face -- but perhaps in the heat of battle that would be forgotten. He would not get so lucky, of course. But it was nice to consider.

He had a good view of the center. They would come, he knew. Like lambs to the slaughter, they would come.

marc st. yves
light it up or burn it down we'll all die in fire
{food for thought}

phineas rosario
fall down seven times stand up eight
sebastian conway
can't see the forest for the trees
{book of sparrows}
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(so you've got to keep in mind, when you try to change the world for the better not everybody's gonna be on your side)
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