"Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye!"
Ugh... what the hell?
Ricky Callahan (Male Student no. 27) awoke from the light slumber he had allowed himself to slip into. The unharmonic sound of Danya's singing ringing over the PA system at roughly six in the morning was enough to make anyone absolutely nauseated. Quite frankly, it was giving Ricky a headache. He sat up in the foreign bed he'd occupied overnight, and his attention immediately turned to the blonde who had fallen asleep beside him. He couldn't help the smile that formed in the corners of his mouth. Maybe, this had been the silver lining on the cloud, so to speak. He stretched and stood up, still trying to tune out Danya's obnoxious singing, and quietly headed toward the doorway of the room.
A few moments later, the door was unlocked and Ricky was treading softly down the hallway. He reached the top of the stairs and stared down them a moment, searching for Huy or Anna. He was almost chastising himself for allowing himself to fall asleep in Whitney's room, but it didn't seem like any bad had come of it. The sun was blistering through the window blinds and seeping through the cracks of the barricaded doorway. Birds chirped outside the windows, and for just a moment, Ricky felt at peace. At least, until the distinct coppery scent of blood entered his nostrils. He took a few steps back, nearly falling down the stairwell as the scent assaulted him. Blood? Here? But how? They'd checked every square inch of the house before they went to bed.
Please... please be a bad dream.
The door to Anna's bedroom was cracked open, the darkness from the interior of the room flooding into the hallway ominously. Ricky's eyes widened dramatically and he pressed toward the door. The smell of blood was definitely coming from Anna's room. He pushed the door open the remainder of the way, and the coppery smell nearly overwhelmed him.
There was Huy, his eyes glazed over, the large, gaping axe wound in his chest revealing half his insides to the world. Anna wasn't far from him, the gunshot wound to her head her apparent cause of death. Most disturbingly, her axe was covered with blood... probably Huy's blood. Ricky stared at the scene in disbelieve. He didn't know what to think... what to feel. He just stared, his mouth agape, fighting back the tears that were trying to brim in his eyes. How did this happen? Just last night... just a few hours ago, everything was okay. They were talking about escaping the island together, they were excited about having found true friends that they could trust... but now... now...
"No... no, no, no. NO, GOD DAMMIT! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING... this can't... be... happening..."
Ricky's legs gave out from under him, and he landed on the floor with a loud thud. His entire body quivered and his eyes fixated on Huy and Anna.
Why, Anna?! WHY?! WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! WHY DID YOU KILL HIM YOU STUPID... FUCKING... BITCH?! NOW YOU'RE BOTH DEAD! WHAT THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO NOW, HUH? WHAT THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?! I CAN'T DO THIS BY MYSELF... I CAN'T DO IT! WHY DO YOU PEOPLE KEEP DYING? WHY DO YOU KEEP DYING ON ME?! I NEED YOU! I... I need you.
The angry thoughts poured through his mind, but nothing would come out of his mouth. He didn't have to. His initial response to discovering Huy and Anna's bodies had alerted Whitney to the fact that something was wrong. The moment she hit the doorway, she, too, backed up a bit. A sinking feeling had formed in the pit of her stomach as she heard Ricky's swearing, and inwardly, she had known something bad had happened... but she hadn't imagined this. Ricky sat idly on the floor as if shut off from the world, and Whitney genuinely didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to react to this whole thing. Seeing Ricky simply break down, she, too, felt completely helpless. He was supposed to be the group's rock. He was the one who kept reassuring everyone, he was the one who kept everyone strong, and now, he was a complete and total mess.
"Ugh..." was the only noise that came out. After a moment, he finally found his voice, "... my fault."
"No..." Whitney began, but he didn't give her time to finish.
"All my fault... every single time I let my guard down... every time, Whit... someone else pays for it. Someone dies. Every single second since I woke up in this god damn place, I've been looking out for other people, making promises to them that I knew I couldn't keep... I kept telling myself we'd get out of here. I kept telling them we'd get out of here too, and you know what? I've made a fucking liar out of myself. Every single person I've come into contact with on this island has died. You're the only one left. I... I don't think I can keep that promise. I don't think I can get us both out of here... but I promise you this, Whit... as long as I'm still breathing, I'll do everything in my power to get you out of here. I don't deserve to go home anymore."
"Don't say that..." Whitney shot back, kneeling down and placing her hand on his shoulder, "There's a way out, Ricky. There has to be. You just have to keep believing... you can't lose faith. It's all we've got left."
She gave him a tired smile, but he didn't even look up from the ground. Danya was drawing to the end of his announcement now, and neither one of them had been listening as he'd taunted and teased the island's murderers. Instead, the fact that the residential area was about to become a dangerzone piqued Whitney's ears and she tugged on Ricky's shirt sleeve.
"I don't want to do this any more than you do, but we have to go," she ordered, reluctantly picking up Anna's axe and Huy's gun before closing their fallen comrades eyes and heading toward the entrance of the room.
"What's the point?" Ricky inquired glumly.
"Because," Whitney retorted, "Because if you die here, you're breaking your promise to me. You can't do that, can you? So, let's go."
It was taking every bit of strength in her body not to break down in tears at the fact that their allies had been killed, but she had to be strong now. She was the only one that could. Ricky reluctantly rose to his feet and headed toward the doorway as well. Whitney ushered him out of the room and down the stairs. It took a few moments for them to unbarricade the front door, and Whitney became more and more nervous. Time was running out, and they had to escape the residential district. They'd come way too far to die now, especially after everything that had happened. Her eyes trailed back to Ricky, and a frown formed on her features. He followed behind, barely paying attention to anything around him.
This isn't going to be easy...
((Ricky and Whitney continued elsewhere.))