((Continued from Freedom or Bust))
"Aww, come ON!"
Dean Portman was fucking furious. Not only was he wandering through the mud, but he had absolutely no idea where he was going. What was worse? The fact that he, of all people, appeared to be leading this motley little group through the swampy jungle. Dean's latest outburst came from the fact that he'd just stepped in the mother of all puddles, and his leg was now wet all the way up to his knee. Sure, it was probably a minor inconvienience, especially compared to the bullet wounds that others were getting, but damnit, Dean was pissed off at the fact that he'd stepped in a puddle, and he had no problem letting the others know it.
"Alright, I've had enough of this! Someone's gotta let me in on where exactly we're going, because I don't have a damn clue. We get the collars off, and now what? We're actually listening to that dude who claimed to be with the government? The hell with that, I don't believe a damn word he says. But I don't have a better idea, so what the heck do we do now?"
Dean looked out at the group of people behind him.
"Anyone got any bright ideas?"
#7: Bale Out
You want me t'fuckin' trash your lights?
((Matt and Kyrie continued from Freedom or Bust))
Matt and Kyrie were following with the rest of the students who had run from the marines. They had both run past the corpse of Alex Miller on their way out, and it disgusted them. When they were running, Matt thought he heard a girl scream. But... he couldn't worry about that right now.
Kyrie walked beside him in silence. She'd been shot at twice during her time on the island, and both times she had just run. She felt pathetic. Here they were, collarless, and still they had to run. It was disgusting. She felt as if she had to find a way. A way to make this all right again.
Dean turned to the group and asked for their opinion on what they should do. Matt looked at him. They had no other options right now except to trust the man. What else could they do.
"Dean, we reall have no choice right now." He said with a sigh. "It's either we follow him and have a chance of getting off this shithole or we don't follow him and get hunted down by the terrorists. Which would you rather have? I'd rather have a slim chance to get out than none at all."
Matt continued forward, knowing in his mind that this was how it was meant to be. They were beating the system. They had to survive.
Kyrie was determined now. It was all or nothing. She would come out standing up for what she believed in. No matter what.
(continued at the coast)
Matt and Kyrie were following with the rest of the students who had run from the marines. They had both run past the corpse of Alex Miller on their way out, and it disgusted them. When they were running, Matt thought he heard a girl scream. But... he couldn't worry about that right now.
Kyrie walked beside him in silence. She'd been shot at twice during her time on the island, and both times she had just run. She felt pathetic. Here they were, collarless, and still they had to run. It was disgusting. She felt as if she had to find a way. A way to make this all right again.
Dean turned to the group and asked for their opinion on what they should do. Matt looked at him. They had no other options right now except to trust the man. What else could they do.
"Dean, we reall have no choice right now." He said with a sigh. "It's either we follow him and have a chance of getting off this shithole or we don't follow him and get hunted down by the terrorists. Which would you rather have? I'd rather have a slim chance to get out than none at all."
Matt continued forward, knowing in his mind that this was how it was meant to be. They were beating the system. They had to survive.
Kyrie was determined now. It was all or nothing. She would come out standing up for what she believed in. No matter what.
(continued at the coast)
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[[ Ianto and Izzy continued from Freedom or Bust... ]]
Though he had left before the mess back at the armory had begun it wasn't hard to hear or see on the faces of others what had begun happening, now though they were at a stand still on just what to really do next. There was a dividing factor clear amongst the group about this decision to follow this man that had randomly shown up and promised to help them, that being of course if the words he had spoke were the actual truth or were they simply being lead to their deaths like lambs? Ianto can't help the sigh that escapes him at this point as he itches at the bandage pressed against his forehead, taking a small glance toward the short girl walking off to his side--Izzy seemingly more focused behind her than in front as her hand gripped in a steady manner
Dean's sudden yelling distracted the young man from any of his thoughts though as he gave him a small look as he turned on the rest of them and began questioning just what they were doing and about the trust the had put in this 'government agent'. And though Dean had every right to question this, it wasn't as though they had a whole lot of options to choose from at the moment.
Matt seemed to share this thought as he began speaking, nodding slightly and sighing once again. "Matt's right, our options are quite limited. Though we've removed our collars we're no closer to truly getting off this island, we've taken a large step in their removal and we have to continue taking big steps or we're done for--one misstep and all of this will be worth nothing." He said lightly, looking thoughtful for a small moment.
"Either we keep following this man and risk the chance of it being a lie and possibly being the death of us or even the one real chance we have in getting off this island. Or we can not and risk dying at the hands of those terrorists hunting us down and even if we do manage to escape being killed by them the whole 'getting off the island itself' is still a rather big task we might not be able to accomplish."
There's a small sound to his left as Izzy brushes past, eyes focused to the ground as she spoke in a small voice.
"We just need to keep moving."
Nodding somewhat, Ianto shrugged his shoulders as he lifted his rifle once more and pressed on toward wherever this path would lead them.
[[ Continued to the Coastline... ]]
Though he had left before the mess back at the armory had begun it wasn't hard to hear or see on the faces of others what had begun happening, now though they were at a stand still on just what to really do next. There was a dividing factor clear amongst the group about this decision to follow this man that had randomly shown up and promised to help them, that being of course if the words he had spoke were the actual truth or were they simply being lead to their deaths like lambs? Ianto can't help the sigh that escapes him at this point as he itches at the bandage pressed against his forehead, taking a small glance toward the short girl walking off to his side--Izzy seemingly more focused behind her than in front as her hand gripped in a steady manner
Dean's sudden yelling distracted the young man from any of his thoughts though as he gave him a small look as he turned on the rest of them and began questioning just what they were doing and about the trust the had put in this 'government agent'. And though Dean had every right to question this, it wasn't as though they had a whole lot of options to choose from at the moment.
Matt seemed to share this thought as he began speaking, nodding slightly and sighing once again. "Matt's right, our options are quite limited. Though we've removed our collars we're no closer to truly getting off this island, we've taken a large step in their removal and we have to continue taking big steps or we're done for--one misstep and all of this will be worth nothing." He said lightly, looking thoughtful for a small moment.
"Either we keep following this man and risk the chance of it being a lie and possibly being the death of us or even the one real chance we have in getting off this island. Or we can not and risk dying at the hands of those terrorists hunting us down and even if we do manage to escape being killed by them the whole 'getting off the island itself' is still a rather big task we might not be able to accomplish."
There's a small sound to his left as Izzy brushes past, eyes focused to the ground as she spoke in a small voice.
"We just need to keep moving."
Nodding somewhat, Ianto shrugged his shoulders as he lifted his rifle once more and pressed on toward wherever this path would lead them.
[[ Continued to the Coastline... ]]
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