He needed that gun. There was Hansel. There was Tyler. There was Joe and Owen and god knew who else.
Fuck you, you're not getting away!
He grabbed onto her leg and quickly twisted her leg aside, bringing her down right next to him. The shotgun fell out of her grip. Now was his chance.
"Nothing like the other guy, huh!?"
He crawled closer, pushing the shotgun aside. She thrashed around, panicking, but he stayed adamant. His bandaged, bloody fingers gripping around her neck.
"NOT EVEN A FRACTION, HUH!?"
He'd failed last time he tried to choke someone. It had been two against one then as well. But Timothy wasn't exactly a 230 pound wrestler like Matt Masters. And even if Tim had been just that... Matt was dead now either way.
"I'm going to fuckin-..."
Everything went blurry again as the elbow connected with his sharp cheekbone.
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Day 8, Early Morning, Before Announcements
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Rosemary's elbow crashed into the boy's face, ending his scream. She gagged and scrambled away, swallowing her bile and feeling the burning of her neck where Travis' fingers once were. Her elbow was throbbing from hitting the side of his face, but that didn't matter.
Fuck the gun. Just getoutgetoutgetoutgetout-
She grabbed her bag, shoving her medical kit further in as she did, before running. All she had to do was run.
Run, run, run, run.
(Rosemary Michaels to be concluded in Retrograde)
Fuck the gun. Just getoutgetoutgetoutgetout-
She grabbed her bag, shoving her medical kit further in as she did, before running. All she had to do was run.
Run, run, run, run.
(Rosemary Michaels to be concluded in Retrograde)
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Timothy stood frozen in shock as he watched the two fight. Before, he never really visualised how the people on this island died. Every time that he had thought of it, he thought less of a fight and more of the person just... blinking out of existence or something. It was stupid, of course, but perhaps it was what had allowed him to keep his sanity so long, unlike the two people in front of him. Was this how he was going to end up too? A sobbing wreck or a violent animal?
He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his name. Without stopping to think, he picked up his things and began to run in the opposite direction. He glanced back with regret at the scene behind him. He was running away again. Just like the last time. He was just about to finally make some sort of an ally here, and now he was leaving her to die. With a track record like that, how could he ever hope to deserve any allies here?
Nobody likes a coward.
((Timothy Abrams continued in Platinum))
He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his name. Without stopping to think, he picked up his things and began to run in the opposite direction. He glanced back with regret at the scene behind him. He was running away again. Just like the last time. He was just about to finally make some sort of an ally here, and now he was leaving her to die. With a track record like that, how could he ever hope to deserve any allies here?
Nobody likes a coward.
((Timothy Abrams continued in Platinum))
He was rolling around on the ground screaming. He had a long cut on his cheek from where the elbow had struck him, his forehead was pouring blood into his eyes, making hard to see, and his mouth tasted metal.
When he finally came to his senses, Rosemary was already running. He quickly threw himself onto the shotgun.
He quickly steadied, aimed and.... Let her go. He let both of them go.
No use spending valuable ammunition. They'll probably be dead soon anyway, with all the Hansels and Tylers and Travises out there.
He lowered the weapon and collapsed on the ground, exhausted. He looked into the sky, and began laughing.
I finally have a REAL weapon. After so many fucking days.... Finally I have a gun!
He didn't stop laughing for a good while.
[Travis Webster continued in The Mad and Hungry Dogs]
When he finally came to his senses, Rosemary was already running. He quickly threw himself onto the shotgun.
He quickly steadied, aimed and.... Let her go. He let both of them go.
No use spending valuable ammunition. They'll probably be dead soon anyway, with all the Hansels and Tylers and Travises out there.
He lowered the weapon and collapsed on the ground, exhausted. He looked into the sky, and began laughing.
I finally have a REAL weapon. After so many fucking days.... Finally I have a gun!
He didn't stop laughing for a good while.
[Travis Webster continued in The Mad and Hungry Dogs]
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