The Home Away From Home
Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 5:01 am
All she wanted to do was just paint a picture, or two. Have some peace and quiet for once. No guys drooling, no girls following her around blindly. No, none of that stupid stuff. All she would do is set up her portable painting canvas, take out her set out paint, and start painting in a secluded spot. It was the perfect plan...tell the girls simply to shoo, and make the boys run countless errands for her. Perfect, perfect, perfect! But, the plan shattered completely like a fragile glass ornament falling onto the floor. Their plane had been hijacked just like that. The teachers had been killed (Katherine couldn't help but smirking, as awful as that sounded, when Mr. Wilpointe bit the dust...he always stared at her during class). Some nameless "punk" kid had been killed, too, simply to add to all those who had died.
When Katherine had woken up on this doomed island, she ran. And ran. Until she reached the School Building. She had watched the people inside as best as she could from a window, to tell if they were evil, or not. Yes, it sure sounded childish, just watching the people like a frightened animal to make sure they wouldn't kill her, but then again it was a smart move. One boy was killed when one girl had tripped, making her gun go off. It was terrible. No one could do a thing to help the boy. She would learn later on from an Announcement that the girl was Tayli Vreeland, a girl from school, and the boy was Sydney Morvran, a boy who had won the last SOTF ACT by just "hiding away with his so-called friends like a little sissy coward" as Mr. Danya had put it.
Once a girl she recognized as being another nameless, brain dead, and pretty much boycrazy cheerleader left the building, Katherine took off running into the Woods. There, she had hid in some bushes, slept, ate a whole loaf of that stale bread, and drank a whole water bottle. She got hungry and thirsty whenever she got really worried and nervous...she couldn't help it, even though it'd probably do her bad in the end when she ran out of food because of her hunger and thirst. Her mind had been brought off of her hunger and thirst by Mr. Danya's terrible voice ringing out about the island. 8 people had died by then. Katherine stayed in the bushes. There was no point in coming out of the bushes, only to be killed by some kid wanting to be a bigtime murderer.
It was the Third Announcement that made Katherine leave the bushes and run. Not because more than 15 people had died by then. That wasn't it. She ran because the Woods had become a Danger Zone, and because she just couldn't hide anymore. Atleast, not out in the rain anyway. Checking her map for a good shelter from the rain, she made her way to the Small House, being careful to not step in places that were too muddy. On her way there, she passed by a boy who was running, and running. She would've talked to him, but he looked crazy, so she just hid behind a tree, watching as the boy ran towards the Woods. But...that place is a Danger Zone, isn't it? Katherine thought, expertly raising one 'brow. She smiled, glad that she still had it in her to do such a thing.
After drinking half of her last bottle of water, she ran to the Small House, tired of the rain. The door had been knocked down by who knows what, and a bloodied blanket covered a broken window. Katherine shuddered, and made her way inside, not caring at all who may be inside. It was empty, as far as she could tell, anyway. Who knew who could be hiding in the cupboards, or under a table? With a small sigh, Katherine placed her bag on the floor, not caring to check what her weapon was just yet. Some metal something, or another. She kicked the bag into the corner of the room, and then made her way over to someone else's bag. They had left it there, probably to not worry about it later.
They might come back... She unzipped the bag. Wait...what the heck is this?! She pulled it out, and stared at it. It was a plastic hammer, in all its glory. Katherine laughed. No wonder they left without their bag. She sat down on a chair, absentmindly hitting the ground with the plastic hammer. Where do I stand in this game? As someone who hides? She had done that well enough already. Or, as someone who plays? Her eyes wandered over to her bag, just sitting in the corner of the room. I guess it all depends on my weapon. If it was a gun, or something powerful, she would play. If it wasn't, she simply would not play. The thought of killing and death made her sick to her stomach, but there wouldn't be any other way to win without killing, would there be?
"...no clue how he survived the last SOTF ACT...oh yeah, hiding away with his so-called friends like a little sissy coward." Mr. Danya's words rang in her ears. That Sydney Morvran guy had won the last ACT by hiding, so could she? Her eyes snapped over to the doorway leading into the House. The sound of someone approaching interrupted her thoughts. Whomever it was, they were coming fast. Could they be playing?!
When Katherine had woken up on this doomed island, she ran. And ran. Until she reached the School Building. She had watched the people inside as best as she could from a window, to tell if they were evil, or not. Yes, it sure sounded childish, just watching the people like a frightened animal to make sure they wouldn't kill her, but then again it was a smart move. One boy was killed when one girl had tripped, making her gun go off. It was terrible. No one could do a thing to help the boy. She would learn later on from an Announcement that the girl was Tayli Vreeland, a girl from school, and the boy was Sydney Morvran, a boy who had won the last SOTF ACT by just "hiding away with his so-called friends like a little sissy coward" as Mr. Danya had put it.
Once a girl she recognized as being another nameless, brain dead, and pretty much boycrazy cheerleader left the building, Katherine took off running into the Woods. There, she had hid in some bushes, slept, ate a whole loaf of that stale bread, and drank a whole water bottle. She got hungry and thirsty whenever she got really worried and nervous...she couldn't help it, even though it'd probably do her bad in the end when she ran out of food because of her hunger and thirst. Her mind had been brought off of her hunger and thirst by Mr. Danya's terrible voice ringing out about the island. 8 people had died by then. Katherine stayed in the bushes. There was no point in coming out of the bushes, only to be killed by some kid wanting to be a bigtime murderer.
It was the Third Announcement that made Katherine leave the bushes and run. Not because more than 15 people had died by then. That wasn't it. She ran because the Woods had become a Danger Zone, and because she just couldn't hide anymore. Atleast, not out in the rain anyway. Checking her map for a good shelter from the rain, she made her way to the Small House, being careful to not step in places that were too muddy. On her way there, she passed by a boy who was running, and running. She would've talked to him, but he looked crazy, so she just hid behind a tree, watching as the boy ran towards the Woods. But...that place is a Danger Zone, isn't it? Katherine thought, expertly raising one 'brow. She smiled, glad that she still had it in her to do such a thing.
After drinking half of her last bottle of water, she ran to the Small House, tired of the rain. The door had been knocked down by who knows what, and a bloodied blanket covered a broken window. Katherine shuddered, and made her way inside, not caring at all who may be inside. It was empty, as far as she could tell, anyway. Who knew who could be hiding in the cupboards, or under a table? With a small sigh, Katherine placed her bag on the floor, not caring to check what her weapon was just yet. Some metal something, or another. She kicked the bag into the corner of the room, and then made her way over to someone else's bag. They had left it there, probably to not worry about it later.
They might come back... She unzipped the bag. Wait...what the heck is this?! She pulled it out, and stared at it. It was a plastic hammer, in all its glory. Katherine laughed. No wonder they left without their bag. She sat down on a chair, absentmindly hitting the ground with the plastic hammer. Where do I stand in this game? As someone who hides? She had done that well enough already. Or, as someone who plays? Her eyes wandered over to her bag, just sitting in the corner of the room. I guess it all depends on my weapon. If it was a gun, or something powerful, she would play. If it wasn't, she simply would not play. The thought of killing and death made her sick to her stomach, but there wouldn't be any other way to win without killing, would there be?
"...no clue how he survived the last SOTF ACT...oh yeah, hiding away with his so-called friends like a little sissy coward." Mr. Danya's words rang in her ears. That Sydney Morvran guy had won the last ACT by hiding, so could she? Her eyes snapped over to the doorway leading into the House. The sound of someone approaching interrupted her thoughts. Whomever it was, they were coming fast. Could they be playing?!