Waking up in a strange place isn't so unusual for some...

The doctors’ offices are located at the back of the staff area and are mainly situated all along one corridor. There was a practical purpose to this; the patients could become very noisy when agitated, and if a doctor was on the night shift they would need rest, thus all the offices were located in a fairly quiet sector. To better facilitate rest, all of the offices contain beds along with the regular desks and chairs. Many of the walls of these offices have medical diagrams and charts pinned up on them, while some contain bookshelves that hold many different medical journals. One of them even has a photo of the doctor in question performing a lobotomy with a plaque reading "Happy 50th! From The Guys".
Dannyrulx
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August 30th, 2016, 10:52 am #11

Rea had kissed him. That was good. The entire situation in which they found themselves in was not good, and he had just heard a rustling noise from next door. He gently pushed Rea away, put a finger to his lips, and took her revolver out of the bag. He looked straight down the barrel to see it it was loaded, a very stupid idea, but until he figured out how it worked, the best he had, and was relieved to see that it was. He slowly stood up, wiping the tears off of his face with his right hand, before switching the gun over. The door swung open, and he siltently padded out, indicating that Rea should stay where she was. If the other pereson wasn't friendly, then he could probably take him or her. She couldn't.

He flattened his back against the wall next to the door, and pressed the revolver's barrel against the wooden partition that seperated the two. "Hey, you alright in there?" It was about as stupid as a question could get, but it was the only thing he had in the circumstances. If they were someone he knew, Ben maybe, then they could have a group that haad a chance. Sure, the likelyhood was that any group would eventually be picked off, he remembered an article in a newpaper when he was younger talking about how there was this semi-famous ice skater who had gained a slowly-picked off entourage, but that group was big. Two or three people was perfect. Enough to spot and cover for eachother, not enough to cause infighting and be blatantly obvious whilst moving.
You don't win the game of death by dying first. The name's a little misleading.
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Elizabeth Wilson: "I rock an eyepatch. Kinda have to, but it's nice to have style in the bargain.
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Spinnentier
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September 1st, 2016, 3:14 pm #12

She pressed her back into the wall, trying in a fruitless endeavour to keep a small profile, as if it would do any good if someone burst through the door holding a weapon.

Will had just left the room, with a revolver of some kind, after telling her to stay silent and not to follow him. She prayed it wouldn't be the last time she saw him, disappearing through the door like that with a tool used to end lives, and probably with the intent to use it for its intended purpose. To murder another human being in cold blood, and be scarred for the rest of their life because of it. And she knew that if she wanted to make it out alive, she would need to kill too. Not that there was any chance of them both surviving, but she didn't want to dwell on that unfortunate fact of her situation any longer than she needed to.

Now all there was for her to do was wait. Wait for him to come back with blood on his hands. That is, if he returned at all. There was a very real possibility that whoever had caused enough noise for Will to go and investigate it could kill him, and then come after her seconds later. And then kill her, leaving her to die alone, and found later by some other student passing by who would ignore her as if a girl not even old enough to drink yet covering the floor of an office in an abandoned asylum with her own blood was normal. A trivial fact of life, a mundane part of their day where they would simply say something like "Shame," and then move on, being completely forgotten within minutes as they struggled with their own survival.

And so she collapsed against the wall, head hanging forward and arms drooping limply beside her. She didn't want to think about things like that. She didn't want to think about her own death. She didn't want to think about anything anymore. Didn't want to think. Didn't want to do anything, but stay there, still and unmoving.

Completely emotionless.
I'm still here, just lurking though for the most part.
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September 7th, 2016, 9:02 pm #13

That was it. Dread freely pooled in Wade's stomach, turning it into a turbulent lake and making him physically ill. That was simply it. His odds were definitely slim before, but there was absolutely no way he was going to make it now. He couldn't stand up to anyone without an actual weapon. He was too weak for the adrenaline to help in unarmed combat, and the needle alone was worthless without something to inject. Maybe if he found some extra medicine. Or venom. But-

"Hey, you alright in there?"


What? Someone else? The terror and dread vanished instantly. Taking their place, a shallow tension. The voice was coming from just left of the doorway, being held open by the person it belonged to. Probably male, definitely Scottish. The tension gave way to a sick tingling feeling all over Wade's body. The sensation of vulnerability.

He realized: Most of the room's furniture aside from the desk was against the left-hand wall. And being more or less crouched on the bed, which was against the right-hand side... meant he was utterly open to attack. If the person was hostile and armed, they'd have a clear shot immediately.

Wade moved to quell the awful sensation by closing and grabbing the bag. As silently as possible, he moved off the bed and tried to quickly position himself behind the desk. That way, he was at least behind cover. He'd get forewarning if the unknown person came in and he'd at least have a chance to disarm them if they went in to attack. It had already been several seconds since he heard the words and he was running out of time to reply--

"Yeah! I-I'm fine!"
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Boy #38: Wade Cartwright "Hey, do you read Sabrina Online? ... No? Uh, okay... see you?"
Starting Weapon: Adrenaline Needle
Before the Game: Discovery.
The Game: Anger. Fear. Flight. Collection.
Health Status: Full
Morality: Innocent

Girl #64: Leslie Price "I don't go to the book club, prick. Now fuck off."
Starting Weapon: Whistle
Before the Game: Intimidation.
The Game: Apathy. Serenity. Hate. Sight. Pursuit. Error.
Health Status: DEAD
Morality: N/A
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September 7th, 2016, 9:55 pm #14

"Alright, I'm just going to open the door so we can see each other properly, ok? No potshots now, or I'll return fire."

With this, Will carefully pushed open the door, letting out a groaning creaking noise as it swung open into rusted hinges. He waited a few seconds, then poked the snout of the revolver around the doorframe, and then his head, eyes searching for the boy who had responded.

The kid was crouched behind a desk, looking at the door, and by extension Will. The kid wasn't one he knew at all, one of the many faces that he passed by in hallways without properly registering them in his mind, just another face in the crowd.

In one smooth motion Will drew up the revolver and aimed it at the kid. Short of a bullet, there was no way in hell he was taking the shot, but the kid didn't have to know that. And besides, hadn't it been a Lord who had said "You get more from a kind word and a gun than you can from just a kind word?"

Or maybe that had been Al Capone.

Either way, this would make everything easier, for him at least, the boy was probably crapping himself, but that was how life went he supposed. His thumb roasted lightly on the hammer of the gun, and his arm was rock-steady, despite it's rather heavy weight. He had held rifles and shotguns, this was no different. Except for the human on the other end of the barrel, and not a deer, fowl, or pest. There was that.

"Let's start with names, shall we? Will. Will McKinley."
You don't win the game of death by dying first. The name's a little misleading.
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My eternal shame was that I let this happen.
[V7]
Yeah, It hasn't even started yet and I already have characters, That's what happens when you're an idiot.
Elizabeth Wilson: "I rock an eyepatch. Kinda have to, but it's nice to have style in the bargain.
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September 12th, 2016, 11:53 am #15

Muffled sounds of speech came from the hallway. Probably Will trying to communicate with whoever it was that made those sounds next door. Not that she was paying much attention to it, in this near-catatonic state and all.

She waited in the room, unmoving from the position she was in, pressed up against the wall. Time passed, though how much she had no idea. It could have been mere seconds or whole hours, and she would't have been able to tell the difference.

Her mind remained blank, the shock and trauma of the entire situation forcing her into a state of complete numbness, with the only though on her mind being the question of when Will would return.

If he even returned at all...
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September 14th, 2016, 5:54 am #16

"Alright, I'm just going to open the door so we can see each other properly, ok? No potshots now, or I'll return fire."

Wade tensed, peeking cautiously over the desk. The seconds that followed that phrase seemed to stretch relentlessly. He tried to frantically analyze what the other boy's mental and physical state might be like and what path of action they'd take. The very real shadow of death lingered frightfully around all that. The boy was probably not hostile, but if he was- The desk would be good cover against any melee weapon, but a gun- He couldn't overpower someone with a gun-

There the other boy was, lingering cautiously in the doorway. Big. Long hair and heavy clothes making him look like he walked right out of Wade's half-asleep character imaginings. Stoic expression. Rippling muscles, and revolver at the ready. Oh God no. No. He was aiming it dead at Wade with a thumb already over the hammer. A sign- if it was a single-action he'd have a moment to react-

"Let's start with names, shall we? Will. Will McKinley."

So he wasn't immediately hostile, but if Wade said his own name in reply he might just be making some kind of final courtesy. There was no time. He had to make a response-

"I'm Wade Cartwright. And you can put down the gun. I've only got this syringe, see. Y-you're free to check my bag," he said, making a furtive gesture toward it as he stood and retreated from the desk hands-up.
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Boy #38: Wade Cartwright "Hey, do you read Sabrina Online? ... No? Uh, okay... see you?"
Starting Weapon: Adrenaline Needle
Before the Game: Discovery.
The Game: Anger. Fear. Flight. Collection.
Health Status: Full
Morality: Innocent

Girl #64: Leslie Price "I don't go to the book club, prick. Now fuck off."
Starting Weapon: Whistle
Before the Game: Intimidation.
The Game: Apathy. Serenity. Hate. Sight. Pursuit. Error.
Health Status: DEAD
Morality: N/A
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September 15th, 2016, 4:32 pm #17

"Woah, woah woah woah..." Will pulled the hammer back on the gun and indicated for the kid to stop what he was doing. "Ground rules. No sudden movements, no doing anything with that needle, don't... Fucking.... Make me jumpy. Jumpy people have twitchy fingers, yeah?" He indicated with his head for the boy to sit back down, and approached the bag, unzipping it and emptying it out on the floor. There was a glassy clink, and he kneeled down to pick it up, gun trained on the kid at all times.

He picked it up and read the message. Adrenaline. The kid had injectible adrenaline, and looked like the son of a stickman. It would have been amazing had he gotten it, but he hadn't.

"Alright." At this, will lowered the revolver, and breathed out, unaware that he had been holding his breath since he read the bottle. "Alright." He repeated, before at last continuing. "Wade," inwardly, he was thinking who the fuck called a kid Wade, but outwardly he tried to keep his bemused attitude hidden. "Let's... Not do anything rash. Either of us. I'm sure this can all be worked out, as long as you're willing?"

He was pretty sure the kid would be willing. Will was the one with the gun, and the one with both a height and weight advantage. Attacking Will right now would be paramount to suicide, but nonetheless he wanted to get verbal confirmation. Assumptions got you killed, simple as.
You don't win the game of death by dying first. The name's a little misleading.
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My eternal shame was that I let this happen.
[V7]
Yeah, It hasn't even started yet and I already have characters, That's what happens when you're an idiot.
Elizabeth Wilson: "I rock an eyepatch. Kinda have to, but it's nice to have style in the bargain.
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September 16th, 2016, 4:07 pm #18

No sounds yet, just muffled talking... no gunshots or screaming, which was a good sign. Maybe Will might still be alive. If he wasn't, then really nothing could be done for her anyway, as whoever could have hypothetically killed him would then be on their hypothetical way to kill her. Yes, truly she was helping herself out of this complete wreck of an emotional state with thoughts like that.

If she was to have any hope of surviving this, she had to be optimistic... something she was sure she'd never done once in her life. Even in the early stages of her relationship with Will, she was pessimistic about her future. But now, that wasn't going to help her. No, the only thing that could help her in this situation was herself, and that meant standing up, and at least trying to get through this.

She slowly rose to her feet, and shakily crept over to the door. She nervously peered out from the doorway to find Will standing there, pointing a gun into the room, talking with whoever was inside. But then he lowered the gun, and disappeared from her sight as he entered the room, lowering the revolver as he did so.

And so the made quite possibly the riskiest decision of her life: she followed him.

She slid across the wall, before taking a careful glance inside the room Will had just entered.

A quivering voice reached his ears.

"Will? Are you okay? What's going on?"
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September 21st, 2016, 8:47 pm #19

((Post order skiipped with permission from shotgunkid))

He heard a voice behind him and whirled around, nearly sticking a revolver in Rea's face. "Jesus, you scsred the crap out of me Rea!" He turned to face her fully, turninghis back on Wade for a second. He breathed in, and whispered in her ear "Go and get out of this little bit. I'll meet you by the door."

He turned back around towards Wade and uncocked his revolver, before sticking it in his pocket. "Wade? Good luck, alright? Hope you don't die too fast." He hoped nobody would die, but he didn't think for a moment they would escape unscathed. Still, a boy could dream, and this wasn't exactly thr worst dream in the world.
You don't win the game of death by dying first. The name's a little misleading.
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My eternal shame was that I let this happen.
[V7]
Yeah, It hasn't even started yet and I already have characters, That's what happens when you're an idiot.
Elizabeth Wilson: "I rock an eyepatch. Kinda have to, but it's nice to have style in the bargain.
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September 23rd, 2016, 8:28 am #20

She nearly screamed when he whipped around holding a gun to her face. Thankfully, he quickly dropped it once he realised who he was seconds away from killing. They hadn't even left the building yet, and this was what it was turning them into. Twisting their minds into a state of primal urge to survive, ready to take another's life in an instant.

What had he become? What had she become? What was this sick, twisted game doing to them?

She nodded and quietly made her way to the end of the hallway at Will's order. Rea wanted a moment alone anyway.

She just needed some time to think. Fresh air would help with that. And they probably had get moving anyway. Couldn't stay in this building forever.

As Will passed her and motioned for her to follow him, she wondered about what would happen to that kid they found. But he was powerless back there, and Will was the one holding a gun. But he didn't kill him. No one died, despite the fact that leaving him alive was just a liability, another student that had to die for him to live... and yet Will left him alive.

Maybe there was hope for them, a chance for them to remain human through all this, despite the incredible challenge that may be.

There was always a chance.

Something for her to ponder as she made her way to... wherever they were headed.

((Rea Adams, continued in AAAAAAGGHH))
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