Dot, for the first time of the island, genuinely feared for her life. The other times, she was just scared. This time, someone shot at her. A stray bullet could have hit the side of her skull, vomiting blood and brain on the side, adding a kill to the shooter.
She defended herself, in a way. When she heard the gun shots, she crouched. Dropping Iz's head and her taser but covering her head with her arms. She wondered if she was the target or if it was Brendan and his friend. She felt guilty thinking about it but it was probably her friend that was the target.
The shooter could have been Ty. He could have been the one shooting at them. If it was him that shot at them, she hoped Brendan knew what would this mean. He shouldn't beg for mercy when he confronted him, but for a quick death. At best, Ty would shoot Brendan in the chest a couple of time then landing a bulet inside of Dot's head and the other boy too. At the worst, Ty would tear Brendan limbs by limbs then whack her with his limbs until she died.
However, against all odds, it didn't happen. The person she assumed to be Ty ran away.
Something else that surprised Dot was Brendan's reaction. He could have just left too. Well, he did that but he went for the shooter. Was he trying to be the good guy? Nobody on the island could be a good guy as long as there were more than one person alive.
The second that two lives coexisted here, it became a war.
A battle for survival until a single student won.
Brendan, of all things, didn't do something selfish. Perhaps she was wrong about him, maybe he wasn't so bad. He did kill Bernie but maybe she had it coming. Maybe the same way that Iz deserved to die after she killed Asha. She bit her lips. She tried to remember her before all of this but nothing could come up. Like a dry spell during an exam, her mind was empty.
She realized her life because a before-and-after. Like the people who lost their legs in an accident. These people had lives before they lost their limb but it totally changed when they lost them. Their lives were before-and-after's.
That was the thing that was happening to her. Her life before SotF was normal. She lived a boring life. Kept a boring diary and a boring Tumblr blog. She studied boring school stuff. She hated every single seconds of it but she didn't know it, yet. She enjoyed those boring things. Boring biology, boring Internet, boring mom, boring college plan, boring everything.
When she landed on the island, it changed. Everything change. She learned things about her. How she hated her life before all of this, who she was, the person she had become was much more interesting. That "after" Dorothy was a survivor. She killed someone. She cut her head off. She carried a taser and a knife, and she knew damn well that she could kill again. She was something so much more... fun. It wasn't the right word.
This whole thing wasn't fun or amusing or anything like that. It was horrible. But the "before" Dorothy was worse. She never complained, never spoke loudly, never screamed or swore. She became someone who was free despite having her wings cut off by a collar around her neck.
She opened her eyes. They were gone. The boy, Brendan and the shooter, all left. She reached out for her taser and stared at Iz's head, leaving it propped up on a rock.
"You know, I wonder if we could have been friends if we had a second chance," she said to the head, "I'd probably hate you anyways but I would probably not cut your head off."
She understood what she was.
She had became a monster.
((Dorothy went to Hell