Jay crouched in the bush next to Janet, one hand tight around his gut, the other tight around the pistol currently held at his side. He could see them now, through the thick foliage, along with the charred corpse of... a girl, at least he thought. He kept it in his peripheral vision, trying his hardest to avoid looking at the terrifying sight. Janet didn't need him puking what little food he had up, alerting the others to their position. He shivered slightly, snapping his vision back towards the others, some feet away from the corpse, apparently still unaware of what they'd stumbled upon.
Stay focused Jay. This is dangerous now...
He glanced toward the noise, then back towards Janet. Once more she'd brought up that oh so sensitive topic. The fact that she was in reality, not some sweet, sexy blond chick, but a double murderer. Jay opened his mouth, struggling to find what to say next.
"Uh... No. No, I don't think you getting killed would be good at all. So... we should probably bug out, very fast."
He craned his neck, catching another fleeting glimpse of the group ahead of them.
"Actually, I think one of them ditched. Not sure who, but- yeah. Yeah, yeah one of the girls up and ditched." He whispered frantically, relaying the information back to his partner.
"I think it 'cus of that guy- Ivan... Ku..Kuzne- The y'know, the tennis player, Ivan the Russian, Ivan the Terrible. Whatever. He must of scared her off, because he's the only one really standing over there now... Shit. Pretty sure that guy has some kills. Yeah, we should ditch, especially if he's travelling with others. Dunno who the other two are, I ca-"
There was a crashing sound over to the right. Jay jerked back into the bush, hugging the ground as another boy came into view, stumbling over the burned corpse, crashing to his knees and puking his guts up. Or rather, he would have puked his guts up, given the noises coming from him. Instead the boy groaned in discomfort, spitting out a thin strand of gunky green... Jay closed his eyes for a second as his stomach rumbled in discomfort.
Ew... Ew... Poor bastard must have lost his supplies. Doesn't have anything left in him... He must...
Suddenly it dawned on him. Jay leaned in closer to Janet, frantically pointing in the direction of the newest arrival.
"David, David fuckin' Meramac! He's that twitchy kid, he was always on the track when I stopped to chill with Jasper!"
Jay gawked at the boy. It was something else, seeing another of his classmates alive, but only just. If his current appearance was any indication, David had been having a far worse SotF then Jay. He watched in fascination and terror as David got to his feet, stumbling backwards into a tree. The boy looked half-dead, his eyes sunken, driven by hunger.
Jesus fucking Christ, just what the fuck is ON this Island that could do that to a kid? Fuckin'... Decapitations. Fuckin' charred up BBQ corpse. This class is fucking deranged!
Jay watched as David continued to stumble away, feeling guilt inside him. David had been an alright kid, easy and always ready for a joke. And now he was watching as David stumbled away, clearing in pain, probably to get killed by some psychopath, or die of starvation. He'd done nothing to help. No, instead, he'd sat in the bushes watching, with Mrs. Double-Murder at his side. Jay looked towards the ground, too ashamed to continue watching the other boy. He wanted to punch himself.
"Janet, what do you want to do?" He whispered.
--> "Chicks dig scars? Yeah, I'm calling bullshit." --> Cicada Nights
Mikko "Mike" Korhonen
--> "Interesting, very interesting!" --> A Casual Question
V4 / Mini's
- [+] Spoiler
Jay Holland > "If I just smile, I guess they'll think it's all okay." ESCAPED
Jimmy Brennan > H&K CAWS (12 gauge) > "Step through that door and underestimate me, just like all the rest!" > PLACED: 22 / 276
Roland Harte > Kris > " This is, for all intents and purposes, my war now." > PLACED: 150 / 276
Orn "Dutchy" Ayers > Harpoon > "I fell in a puddle..." > PLACED: 98 / 276
Abby Erickson > Claw Hammer > "I get tired easy, so maybe the big sleep would be good for me." PLACED: 27 / 53
Brett Torres > Raven Arms MP-25 (.25) [x4 clips (6 round capacity)] 17/24 /// Stoner 63 (5.56x45mm) [(150 rounds per Drum)] 300/300 > "Bloodthirsty little bunch, ain't we?"
Jonas Jeffries > PINK TEAM > MAC-10 [x8 clips (30 Round Capacity)] 30/30 > " 'ow doo I make the muggafuggin' kh-chg noibs?!" PLACED: 31 / 66
wrote:"My dick did the Mexican Hat Dance and I had to suppress the moan that wanted to escape." - Casey
NOTE TO SELF: Burns on the left side. LEFT SIDE.