It was 3:26 AM, and Sylvia couldn't sleep. That was no longer a surprise to her as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her head whirled. She was getting that feeling again, like she wasn't supposed to be here, like she was about to float away and disappear. Maybe that was just because of the sle...

((Sylvia Veneski continued from Dogtown )) This was treason. Call and answer, and she no longer knew the answer. It was like her body was moving itself. On some level Sylvia wanted to hang back instead, wanted to tell the whole world to wait. She wanted to hesitate. This was the whole rest of her li...

Sylvia had another bottle in her hand, her right arm back and ready to throw. She was on the wrong side of the bar, the scuffle far too close. She had nowhere to throw the bottle without a chance of hitting someone she didn't want to hit. No reason to throw it elsewhere other than to shatter glass s...

She had seen a gun before, last time. She hadn't heard gunshots before, not this close. That was new and scary and she didn't want to look for Buddy in the dark in case he had been turned into a body. Why did it always have to be at night? Why did the other door always have to be blocked? The neck o...

((Sylvia Veneski continued from Someday We Won't Remember This )) Sitting on a chair in her own little corner behind the bar, Sylvia carefully lined up bottles to her right. Leo was also just a bit to her right, talking at Buddy, words that she considered for only a moment before tuning them out as ...

"Sure." The word left her lips as the last reflection of the echo, so quiet that Sylvia knew that it would never reach Edward's ears. In a way she felt almost like she had to say it, for herself if no one else. It felt right to finish the echo, in the same silly way that the ambiguity of L...

Maybe the right kind of person did have the answer. It was okay not to know right now anyway. But Leo was giving up his life for whoever it was that deserved to win. It seemed important to know that it was actually worth it. His smile seemed genuine; she didn't smile back. It just wasn't a joking ma...

Instead of meeting his gaze, Sylvia looked at her once-bitten donut. She thought that Leo was probably a better person than anyone else here, not because she knew Buddy and Charlie well enough to suggest they were worse, but because it seemed unlikely for anyone else to have also thought to be such ...

Something Amelia said bothered him. Telling them to tell her friends that she was sorry, all in that tone of voice. It was enough to set off alarm bells in his head, tell him something was wrong. Sam opened his mouth, as if to - what? Call her back? He didn't have anything else to say. Nothing that ...

Just like that, Brian ditched. Off to cause more trouble. Perhaps even off to kill more, more of the classmates that should have meant something to him, if only because of the time that he'd known them. Then again, maybe that was just the way Sam felt. Maybe it didn't matter how long you knew people...

The situation was uncomfortable. Apparently Renee and Brian had some previous history. Something about Vivian's death, something about a favor. Petty jabs, implications. Nothing Sam wanted to get involved with. He felt pretty too far involved already, as it was. He still had Delilah to find. Sam edg...

Amelia gave her reason. Of course, they all wanted to live. For some of them, killing others was the way to go about achieving that. Sam understood, but didn't understand, all at the same time. The fear, he could understand. The feeling that everyone was about to turn on you, shoot you, steal your s...

Renee suggested talking. It was better than shooting, but there weren't any guarantees it wasn't going to come to that. They had guns, Amelia had some sort of weapon - Sam couldn't remember if she had a gun as well. This could get tricky. They could still run, leave before they were forced into a co...

((Samuel Wilson continued from While Rome Burns )) They'd been walking, the desert heat intensifying. The sun had peaked; then, clouds. That had been a short respite- and then, the Sheriff spoke to them. More dead, more killers. The Sheriff's voice had come out of nowhere again, telling them the cla...

Clair looked at her map, then at him, and seemed about to say something. Then, she didn't, and she started leaving. Sam raised an eyebrow. To tell the truth, he still didn't quite know what to think about Clair. True, he'd heard the rumors that she'd been kind of a jerk before they all got landed in...