So, she and the dyed hair girl put Marty down.
Within minutes, he had brought himself to the world of awareness. It seemed like a hard struggle at first, but soon his eyes were open and he was trying to say something. Retro Guy- Joshua Krakowski apparently, god why did it take this long to learn his name- immediately reacted with relief that Marty was awake. He seemed confused, but he was starting to get a bit better, right? He seemed to not know where he was or what happened, but the girl with the spiky hair- or rather, the distant remains of spiky hair by this point- explained it to him. Lord knew that she and the strawberries and cream girl were going to go into another spat about who sucks and who doesn't.
However, she ended her speech by referring to her as "goth girl" and throwing something at her feet. Chase yelped as she jumped back in shock, the object falling several inches from her feet with a thud. Wait, that was the crowbar, wasn't it? Sliding the bag finally
off her shoulder, she bent over to pick it up. As she lifted her upper body back up, she hugged the crowbar like it was a teddy, a huge grin on her face. Yes! Finally! She had a weapon! She could defend herself now! And now that she had a weapon, she could do all sorts of things. What could you do with a crowbar, though? Go crowbar hunting? Just find that bear and jump it, bashing its brains out like a pinata? Man, that would be badass, wouldn't it? A tiny little girl, beating a bear to death with a crowbar and only a crowbar! Or maybe a deer! Deer should sit long enough to be hunted! That's all they did! That was their purpose in life! They were food, not friends or Bambi or anything like that! Their biological purpose was to be prey! That's the point of them being part of the eco-system!
But, her dreams of crowbar hunting were cut to a stop as she realized Marty was still there, and although he was awake, he was still probably in bad enough shape to need help. Crouching down to get a look at him, she stared. Simply stared. What could she say here? "I got the crowbar"? "Are you feeling alright"? "How does it feel to be here-" NO. Don't even try that one.
Before she could come up with something, the loudspeakers cracked to life once more. She could feel a chill going up and down her spine as it screeched, and suddenly, she was on her back, having fallen with crowbar and all. Lifting herself into a sitting position, she felt as if her heart was about to leap out and cause mayhem of its own.
Names were listed once more. At first she couldn't recognize any of the names, until...
She couldn't believe it.
What the fuck.
What the hell.
But... but... Dawne wanted him to live, right? It was a given. She would have wanted him to live and go on and... and... and...
Not be lying somewhere because some mute shit-faced asshole beat him to death.
Chase suddenly stood up, and quickly realized just how unsteady she was feeling. The announcement continued on, but Chase wasn't able to pay attention to it. It was just a jumble of words at this point.
"-made Chris Carlson the star-"
"-orth tried to strangle herself or something, but she put a lit-"
"-Then Raidon Naoko went ahead and shot Alison Walworth and Madison Stone in rapid succ-"
"-After a day of inactivity, Rei-"
Only fragments. That was the only thing she could get. Everything was just a blur. That's all it was. Her head was spinning. Was she dizzy? She put her one free hand to her head to steady herself as she closed her eyes. She must be dizzy, she had only been drinking water sporadically and from the stream which had lots of nasty things in it but was the only option she had right now, and she hadn't eaten much in a while. And with all that walking, of course she would be feeling a little off! It was simple! Simple, right?
Lifting her hand away and opening her eyes, she could see a group of people nearby her. Who were they? Why were they here? They didn't look familiar for a few seconds. Wait, they met at the beach, right? Chase squinted behind her glasses as the announcement ended and she could hear one of them ask a question about the woods in an Australian accent.
What the hell was that?
The Australian boy ran up to her and started speaking. Ben! That was his name! She remembered now! But... he was leaving...?
Just leaving the group, or...?
It hit her. They were in a dangerzone. She had managed to avoid ending up being in one before, but the beeping was coming from their collars, and that wasn't a good sign. They had to get out of here, now.
But Ben... Ben... he was leaving the group. Not just the area, the group. He had to be alone, he had to be away from the group, he couldn't do anything to protect her, or maybe Marty. He was just going to run off like that.
And suddenly, Chase snapped out of her stupor.
"Ben!" she yelled at his back. "Don't leave us! DON'T LEAVE US TO-"
The collar continued to beep. Ben was gone.
"... Don't leave me..." she murmured quietly.
Shit, was she crying? Her eyes felt wet again.
But she had to get out of here. Lifting her bag over her shoulder, she addressed the rest of the group.
"We... we have to get out of here. Let's... just get a move on, okay?"
And suddenly, Chase bolted for it, hoping that the others would make it out okay. Why did she care about them so much? Why was she crying over Ben? They were just people. People attacked each other. Like they did.
Maybe because it was her only option right now to stay with them.
((Anna Chase continued in And As If it Couldn't Get Any Worse