Iselle, Iselle, Kathryn called desperation growing as Iselles breath became uneven. No, Iselle dont go. I didnt mean it. Please dont leave me.
Before she could even finish her plea, her friend was dead. Kathryn sobbed. She sobbed for the loss of her friends and for herself. Kathryn cried for the people on the island and the people theyd all left behind. The people that were dealing with the loss of their loved ones. How was she going to face her family? Iselles family?
Kathryn hugged herself, falling against the doorframe. She stared into the nothingness of the mansion, not focusing on anything for a long time. When the announcements came Kathryn found that she had no more tears. No more tears for Alda or Carlos. Carlos whod apparently died by her hand. How was it possible? Shed killed him and felt nothing. He was a name and suddenly Kathryn realized she was two people closer to going home.
Shed added herself to the list of killers. Without meaning to shed become a player in the game. And Kathryn was a player who played to win. Collecting herself and wiping away the tears she went to collect the equipment in the room. Efficiently she combined Iselle and her belongings. Kathryn grabbed her rifle and Iselles walking stick, stepped over Iselles body, and headed out of the mansion.
((Kathryn Nguyen continued in No Rest for the Wicked