Ema was still reeling from the tirade; she didn't even remember the last time she'd shouted at anyone, even wondered if she'd ever ranted like that before. The loudness, the aggression, it was such an alien mindset to her, normally either so meek, or so calm and casual. Yelling at the top of her lun...

No, no this wasn't happening. Before Ema's poorly thought out rant, Hayley had asked - rather weakly - for her gun back. It was an interesting throwback to the last dramatic encounter they'd had in a forest, with the quite alive Charlene Norris rather than the rather dead Madelyn Prowers. That time ...

[ The Stoner Always Dies --> Ema Ryan] Ema almost protested when Hayley started treating her bullet wound - it didn't hurt that badly any more, having taken her mind off of it, and the bleeding had slowed to a negligible pace, such that it barely even counted as bleeding any more. But she remembere...

There were complaints. In hindsight, maybe Ema should've expected that. But they were meant to be minor things, that "I feel really bad about this BUT OKAY SURE WHY NOT" kind of complaining, where you acknowledge that it's totally not fair to everyone else , then just get on with it and go...

[ Everyday is Like Sunday --> Ema Ryan] Running. There was an outrageous amount of running involved. Who'd have even thought Jay could run so far, so fast? Stereotypes weren't necessarily always true, Ema knew that pretty well, but still, Jay didn't just look like a stoned slacker, he blatantly was...

Everything seemed to be going so well. She, Janet and Jay were all well armed, they didn't need to worry about Hayley because girl-whose-name-she-didn't-know-but-recognised-as-being-the-one-that-shot-Kyle was going away. No big standoff, no large body-count, just nice friendly backing off. Later on ...

"Uh, hey, indeed." The conversation only managed to deteriorate from that fantastic start. With "So, do you like hobbies" automatically off the table due to being a joke ice-breaker, Ema really had nothing to say to Janet. What does one say? "Oh hey, how's the murdering goi...

Enthusiasm explosion. The whole not having the first idea who Jay or Janet were, besides Jay's name, kind of put a damper on it for Ema. As did the whole disconnection thing, to be painfully honest. Human contact wasn't really at the top of Ema's agenda; given the choice, she would've gone to her ro...

Singing? Heh, that was funny, the only person odd enough to be singing in a situation like this had to be Ema herself. So why would she be hearing it? Because she was coo-coo pants, obviously. Nobody could actually be singing, because she wasn't, and there wasn't anyone else around, and if they were...

The embrace lasted no more than a minute, and yet it seemed to drag on into eternity, seconds lost their meaning and seemed to blend into hours. Maybe that was wishful thinking, Ema certainly wanted it to be so. If it never ended, if time around them continued to seem to pass by at a crawl, if nothi...

[Would wait, but it's been 14 days, so...] "In the seaside town, that they forgot to bomb..." Ema continued to walk forwards, finally finding herself at the low chain fence, a rather shoddy means of preventing people from falling. Salt on the air and years of neglect had left the barrier ...

[ The Youngest Was The Most Loved --> Ema Ryan and Hayley Kelly] Having been a danger zone for all of Day 7, the Southern Cliffs weren't the greatest choice of destination for the dynamic duo, following the events on the beach just north of them. In retrospect, it would practically be an insult to ...

"We should go get our stuff. I...should probably get some clothes on." Yeah, being dressed and fully equipped, the first two steps towards a good day on Murder Island. After that came... "And then we'll go...somewhere. Anywhere. Find Maddy and Alex and whoever else, yeah? Just...&quo...

"Come on, yeah? We shouldn't be here." Hayley offered a hand. Ema stared at it for a few seconds, the cogs turning in her brain so very slowly. She was standing up, so it wasn't a helping to her feet thing, what else was it meant to mean? Oh right. A holding hands kind of thing. "I.....

For the next however long it was, Ema remained motionless. Her body still moved, of course, breath continued to enter her lungs, her hands continued to tremble, her right in particular continued to grip onto her gun for dear life. But by and large, she didn't move. She knelt there, not sure how much...