((I'm going to have to take you up on that offer, D/N. Brianna needs an exit post between Day 1 and Day 2.))
That's who "we" meant. When Chris Harlin had mentioned that there was a "we," Brianna's heart had skipped a beat. However, Jesse Jennings was not another threatening jock, nor a confrontational, inflammatory person. Jesse worked directly underneath Brianna during her Junior year reign as president. Despite winning the popular vote (ironically made up primarily of the "un-popular" kids), Brianna still needed help reaching out to the student body as a whole. Jesse's magnetic personality was helpful in this regard. He also tended to side with Brianna's petitions to allocate funds towards student interest groups, despite the contention that sired from the sports teams.
Brianna never thought that she'd ever get picked to be in such a situation. She lived such a mundane life before the island. Without SotF, Brianna might have survived high school with no major incident to her name. However, they were on the island. They would have to fight to get off. However, out of everyone she could immediately name, Jesse Jennings was one of the best people she could think of to pool their resources together and help their group through unity, much like he'd done in the past. He was an ally through and through.
Group discussion followed Jesse's arrival. Not only did they have a few plans of their own, but they had a location; the clubhouse. It was probably a rundown shack, but it provided an extra base of operations for them. Upon unrolling the provided map and really studying their environment for sometime, their hell seemed a lot smaller than previously assumed.
The shack was close by to the hospital, the eastern inlet and the amusement park. All within a few hours of each other, these seemed to be major areas that could host more than a few hiding students, along with tools that they could use...somehow.
The final plan was something that they'd iron out. Brianna had no military mindset. She didn't know how they'd escape this island. She knew people, and that's what she focused on. There was an ember of hope now. It was something she could rally the students behind.
Perhaps they'd spoken for an hour or so, each student bouncing off ideas amongst each other. Ben Ward and Jesse Jennings, people whose core ideologies conflicted almost as much as her own belief system had with Ben, managed to cooperate and formulate a plan. Ben would accompany Chris and Jesse as they led a path back to the clubhouse. Meanwhile, it'd be up to Brianna and Matt to explore the adjacent school.
Brianna had emptied her backpack onto one of the front seats. Scattered on the padded cushion was her medications for the trip, a spare change of clothes, a small bag of airport chocolates which had been half devoured on the short section of consciousness she and her friends had on the plane, and a book. She tried to clear as much room in her bag as she could. They had a mission to scout and scavenge. If Brianna and Matt couldn't find anyone within the high school, she could at least make herself useful and find whatever they could.
For the first time since she had arrived on the island, Brianna wasn't concerned with her faith in humanity being tested. She gladly surrendered her mind to her mission. As the pair packed up, sharing one piece of protection between the two of them, Brianna turned on her heel to say goodbye to Ben. No. Goodbye isn't the right thing. I'll see him again. I'll see all of them again.
"Ben." Brianna swallowed a reply. "Be careful. You're going to owe me fifty bucks by the end of this." A morbid joke, very uncharacteristic of Brianna, but one that conveyed her belief that somehow, everything would turn out alright.
((Continued in Interstice of Time