And that was that.
It was over.
Aston was hollow. The loneliness crept up on her and it made her shiver.
It was so cold outside.
She gave him conscious?
She was just a fraud.
An emotionless dummy.
Was that a tear in her eye?
No crying. Dummies can't cry.
Crying was for the after, not the before.
Joe wanted her to win. She should have expected it. Should have fucking known. Could she do it? She didn't know.
All she knew was that he wanted her to win.
And that she wanted to live.
That was all she needed.
There were less than fifty people? Did she hear the announcement right?
She was one person.
Too late to be making friends. Especially those who wanted you dead.
Aston hesitated. Going through Joe's stuff. It was nasty.
Like picking through her own mother's grave.
One of his bags held the rifle. She studied it.
She had firepower. An uzi. A dangerous pistol. A rifle. Sharp knives. Dangerous stuff.
Her odds were high, if she knew how to use them.
She'd have to thank Joe when she saw him again.
Aston couldn't think like that. Not now.
For now she got ready.
Pistol out. Uzi loaded, in her bag. Crowbar, Scythe also in her bag. Naginata slung over her back, like a sword. Rifle at the ready. Ammo in her pockets.
Aston felt a chill. She pushed it away.
She had to hit hard. That was the plan.
She was still human. Joe knew that. But she had to push that away.
She had a goal of her own, mascaraing as revenge. She would listen hard for the announcements.
Aston would fight hard. For Joe. For herself.
A heavy sigh. Another chill that Aston failed to hold back.
50 classmates left. Most of them killers.
"Time to become a monster."
Aston got to work.
(Aston continued in The Golden Treehouse