Calmy he watched as the boy was brutally murdered by two of the girls and couldn't help but smirk at the words spoken by what seemed to be the leader of the group. Will couldn't quite tell if she was currently existing in the plane of reality or had hopped from a comic book and onto the island. It was a shame he wasn't in a better position to strike, or he would've made her eat her own words. "The fittest"? That was a joke. In moments he could've killed them all. Of course, it wouldn't have been that simple. Something would've gone wrong.
But it wasn't a question of his capacity to kill, mentally, would he even have been able to do it?
That question was already answered.
"Fuck it, too late to think about that now."
Will stepped over Jeff's body, careful not to touch it. He turned back to look at it for a moment, gazing at the corpse with a look of cold dissatisfaction.
It didn't take long before Will found himself opening the door to the cottage. He took a look around. It hadn't always been deserted, he could tell. Strangely enough, Will saw that all of the cameras were broken. This wasn't a random act. But Will had little time to ponder why exactly someone had broken the cameras. It would be a minor inconvenience to the Terrorists, at the moment, unless one were to break all of the cameras on the island. With their degree of firepower and the fact that they could kill any of the students with a push of the button, Will doubted they would have any trouble fixing the cameras.
He brought his duffel bag in from outside and dropped it on the floor inside. Without delay he placed the pistol on the ground, not far from where he could reach it. The air was cold on his exposed skin as he removed his wet clothes and placed them on the ground. He shuddered and then began to put a spare pair of pants on. They were dark jeans, durable and with decently sized pockets to hold whatever supplies he would have to keep on hand. He had a bit of trouble putting on his belt, as the sheath for the short sword was still attached and it was difficult to get off. As Will was looking for a T-Shirt in the duffel bag, he heard a noise behind him.
In mere seconds Will had spun around, the revolver gripped in his cold hands. A small, strange girl stood behind him, a large rifle pointed at his chest.
She had spent the last few days hiding in the caves, barely avoiding some others that had walked by her. She was quiet, and they were dark. Only now had she decided to come out of the caves and explore the island, and had only recently came by the Sea Cliffs. The sheer amouint of corpses there made her sick to her stomach, and the sight of Christian Rydell, shot to death on the cliff was even worse. Will and he were best friends, they seemed to be more like brothers even. Where Christian was, Will would have been too. She couldn't find him amongst the bodies and followed some muddy footprints from the cliffs. It was a lucky guess. She had seen the group near the cottage and had snuck in through a back window when they left. When a figure entered the room, she pulled the gun on him. She couldn't quite tell how old it was or how powerful a shot it had, or even how to reload it, but it was a gun, that was enough.
They were still, their eyes unblinking. Will wasn't sure what to do. Stephanie was a good person, but a fighter. He wouldn't hurt her. Besides, she had him at a bit of a disadvantage. Will didn't know if she knew how to use that gun of hers, but he didn't want to find out. After what seemed like forever, Will lowered his gun, and she did the same. He put on the T-Shirt he had in his bag. A black Rammstein T-Shirt. Wordlessly he packed up his bag and put his Jacket back on.
"Well? A 'hello' would be nice, Will."
Will began to walk to the door, and Stephanie followed him.
"Look... I know we haven't spoken, but..."
Will interrupted her.
"Christian is dead. I killed him."
"Yeah I- WHAT?!"
"He was dying, and in pain. I shot him in the heart. I can't be trusted to look after anyone but myself, it's what i've always done. Ever since my parents... broke up no one cared for me anymore. No one would lend me a hand, so I had to help myself. When I got here I felt like I had to take care of everyone, to find my friends and lead them out of here. But I haven't ever helped anyone but myself and this island doesn't make it any different."
Will took one final glance and turned for the door. He paused.
"I'm getting off this island, one way or the other. Escape is not an option, so there really is only one way. Stay away from me.
Stephanie stood in the cottage, shocked. She had barely time to think about what he had said before he was gone. Jeff Marontate's body glanced up at her. At least, one of the eyes did. She couldn't tell what happened to the other one. It wasn't a good idea to stay in one place too long.
Stephanie took off and ran through the Jungle.
((Stephanie continued elsewhere))
((Will continued elsewhere))