((Candice Banks continued from Rivers of Sadness and Mutual Need
Somehow in the process of "checking the surrounding area," Candice's definition of surrounding
had undergone a bit of scope creep. First it was the area outside the cabin. The staff dorms were right next door, so those got included, too. At that point she'd checked out a good portion of the western peninsula-or-whatever, and the eastern one was right across the bay...
It's truly amazing how motivated you can become when the alternative is something you're nervous about.
These gardens were rather nice, though. Or at least, Candice assumed that they were
nice-looking, since that description didn't really fit them in the present. Then again, they could still probably make the list of "Ten places on this island that you have to see before you die, which by the way might be tomorrow," so maybe it was just a matter of things being relative.
It didn't really take much to imagine how the place might have looked back when the place was inhabited, though. It'd be a lot better if you pulled all the weeds, swept the paths, got rid of the teenage girls covered in blood...
The feelings of dismotivation were forced out of Candice's mind in an instant. She was willing to admit that she'd basically spent a week hiding away while her classmates killed each other. As detestable as the thought was, she wouldn't be surprised if one of these days, she did something like abandon a friend in danger to save her own skin. But this situation was different. There was no danger here.
There were only people who were hurt, and that
was something where she didn't have to waver on what to do. She ran over to where the other three were.
"Are you guys okay?"