Lyn knelt there, staring blankly at Jimmy's body for what seemed like the longest time. She couldn't help but feel as if she had done something truely horrible, even for her. Finally, she stood up, making her way over to Jimmy's pack, and opened it up, rifling through it. She felt completely hollow, and like her body was just running on autopilot. Setting aside the ammo for the Remington, she picked the pack up and walked out into the water a little ways before rearing back and hurling it into the lagoon.
She watched as the pack, and its contents, sank into the water, which slowly turned a dark tint of blood red.
Lyn looked further down, and indeed the water around her had turned blood red all of a sudden. In fact, it actually seemed to be eminating from her.
And then she saw her reflection.
She was covered in it, from head to toe. It was soaked into her clothes, her hair, it covered her skin. It was no part of her that wasn't free from it.
Blood. So much blood.
She stared at her reflection as a rush of emotions churned just underneath, all trying to be felt at once, yet so muddled she couldn't make out one from another.
Then the reflection grinned at her. A cheshire cat grin devoid of any humanity. And yet it seemed so welcoming, so familiar.
Lyn blinked, and in that moment it all disappeared. She wondered where her mind had wondered off to there for a brief moment before turning back around and walking back onto dry land. Picking up the ammo, she went over to Eddie and handed it over, her eyes looking even more dead than usual. Then picking up the Colt and shoving it into the back of her pants, then grabbing the map out of her pack and slinging the pack over her shoulder, she headed off into the brush without a word.
"Aww, why so down? It wasn't like that blind fuck was going to make it out of here alive. You thought I was wrong, didn't you? Well, even if I was, look what it got him! So tell me, how does it feel to murder one of the only people you could consider a friend?"
She didn't answer.
Enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is MORPHIN' TIME!
"N-n-no, I-I'm not scared."
"If you're looking for friends, I don't think I can help you with that."
"To hell with you! If anyone here deserves to live, it's me!"
- [+] Spoiler
Maria "Animal" Graham is dead at the Residential District.
Duncan McMahon is dead at the Residential District.
Sebastian Decartes is dead at the Infirmary.
Petrushka Ivanova is dead at the Groundskeeper's Hut.
banthesun wrote:She wanted those horrible metal balls to stop banging against her legs
ZombiexCreame wrote:But would Celeste even want help from a guy that whips out his pistol without a second thought?