Go Let It Out, Go Let It In

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((Christina Rennes continued from we found shelter in the woods and found savage acts hilarious))

Christina was still pissed. Those utter mongoloids had just ditched a useful number for no reason. Sure, she had only a knife, but it was a fuck of a lot more than the broken arm Forrest had. The worst thing about it was that for whatever reason, if the positions had been switched, Christina wouldn't have done the same to her.

So now, she had little care for where she was, aside from the fact that she was in an otherwise empty infirmary, hospital, whatever. Nothing of value except for corpses. No bags, no weapons, no nothing. She was just waiting for someone to come along and partner up her (or kill her).

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The announcements came on. It said the names of the dead. Ivy, Myles, Claudeson, Tyrell.

"Keeping the shootings going Abraham Watanabe finally saw the forest for the trees and as such filled Forrest Quin with lead. I don't approve of the pollution, but I approve of his results.

Wait. So that means ...

"A-ha, haha. HAHAHAHA." Oh, God, that was rich. She trusted him, and he stabbed her in the back. She probably shouldn't have been laughing, but with everything going on, including Forrest dumping her, she didn't really care right then.

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Things were dead. Comfortably dead. In fact, things got to the point where Christina could have practically

fallen asleep.

But she couldn't sleep.

Not on the nice

comfortable

ZZZZZZzzzzzzzz .....

((Christina Rennes continued in Let's All Make Believe))