((Teo Weinstock continued from The City on the Edge of Forever))
Teo had left Nick far behind and had made his way carefully towards the lighthouse. A lone structure with a great view would be a fantastic base to wait out the remaining students until only a few remained. The smartest choice at present. The thick stucco walls of the lighthouse greeted him as he reached the apex of the last hillock. The door swung open gently in the wind and the echo of his light footstep made his ears strain.
He stepped into the building. His first approach cautious, searching each room for anyone who might be hiding in a crevice or waiting to ambush him.
He didn't find anyone. Stashing the majority of his goods behind a table he sat down with his crossbow. A few hours passed without event but sure enough he heard the sound of footsteps outside. He moved slowly, positioning himself behind the door, waiting for whoever it was to come through.
The fight would be brief. This close in the game Teo wasn't going to hold back. Short and sweet: as little energy and danger as possible. A quick move to disarm and then a few blows to the temple should be sufficient. Apart from Nick and maybe Illario, no one left alive could match him in brute force.
The door opened.
[[Jimmy Brennan continues from No One Here Gets Out Alive]]
Jimmy stumbled through the woods, his paranoia and panic increasing. His leg was hurt worse then he had thought- it was agony walking. He'd thought his bumps and bruises and fatigue was bad before, but with a bleeding leg his death was at the forefront of his mind. He could survive being thrown and being beaten, but he was bleeding. Bleeding.
The rush he felt was otherworldly. Despite the wound he proceeded fast enough, and he'd even torn off some of his pant leg to create a makeshift tourniquet
although he was sure it wasn't tight enough. This wasn't a bruise that could heal. It was a deep cut, and he wasn't sure what had even caused it. A knife blade, most probably. But how had Zach slashed him? He still wasn't entirely sure. He was about to kill him, he had him in his hands. But it had all gone to hell, and now he was stumbling through the forest in a blind panic. He wasn't even sure where Zach was.
Doesn't matter. Forest led me to Rosa, it wanted me to find Rosa. God wants me to find Zach right? If I'm going to win, I need to kill him. And I will win, I will- I'll kill them all, I'll kill everythi-
Jimmy's legs gave out from under him, and suddenly he found himself tumbling across the ground, his gun slipping from his fingers and cartwheeling down the hill. He cursed and rolled, skidding to a stop at the bottom. He looked around.
The forest had given way to a slightly swampy area. He'd seen the swamp before- he'd skirted it and walked in it. Or had he? He couldn't remember walk in in a swamp. But then again, hours, entire days, had blended together. Jimmy wasn't sure what day it was anymore. Maybe he had walked in the swamp. Pulling his gun from the muck, Jimmy began to trudge through the swamp, wiping the muck from his weapon as he walked.
It was later in the day when he finally reached the Lighthouse. It was almost a relief, he had thought the swamp to be never ending, and despite his best efforts he'd dipped his wound in the water a few times.
Wash it, wash it in the surf.
He'd passed a few corpses along the way. An asian girl, badly decomposed, sprawled in the muck, another girl floating in the water face down. There were a few he recognized- the mutilated corpse of Roland Harte, his face barely recognizable. Later on he stumbled over Dustin Royal and lost his footing. He'd spent a good few minutes kicking the dead boys' nose in, but it was boring. Dustin wasn't alive. He couldn't feel it.
Zach is. And he outsmarted you. Doesn't that make you angry Jimmy? Don't you hate it when people are better then you?
The lighthouse offered a refreshing break. There was a handful left now, and he'd been far too lucky. He'd nearly died at the store- multiple times- and JJ and Phil had nearly done him in earlier than that. If he was going to stay in the game, he'd have to act smart.
Jimmy opened the door-
And stared at the empty room. It was scarcely filled to begin with, and over the course of the game nearly everything of value had left it. After a second he grunted in relief. Hobbling in, careful not to inflame his injury, Jimmy let lose a sigh tossed his weapon. The shotgun clattered noisily onto a nearby table. He scanned the area, his eyes narrow.
Upstairs. Wouldn't it just be my luck, someone upstairs? Should go check it out. Should go an-
Something large and hard slammed into his head from behind.
Jimmy only managed to let out a startled gasp before the floor came up to meet his face.