TOP TEN WAYS TO WIN SOTF / HOW [u]YOU[/u] CAN GET GUYS KILLED WITHOUT EVEN SHOOTING THEM

[Wham Yubeesling]

Holy fuck

Holy fuck

Holy fuck

Holy fuck

Jaxon couldn’t think more than that. Bunch of reasons why. First was the images. What just happened back in the village. Jaxon lost all sight of it after he’d thrown Adrian to the wolves, but he still heard echoes. Screams. Bullets. The silence right after where you wouldn’t know whether the man with the gun had aimed at you until the moment between start and destination stopped feeling like forever. And, like, Jaxon had seen shit. He saw that kid get his head fucking shot off. He’d tussled with Adrian for what he’d later learned was basically a sack of shit, but this? Bullets flying, the decision to throw Adrian in front of Jaxon, the idea that somebody he actually knew the name of had died?

That was

That was fuckin’ real. Jaxon felt maybe now a little more clued in on how tough this place was. Before? Jaxon was a little clued in to the situation, but it wasn’t like he was gonna get fucking merked. Now?

Holy fuck

He stopped running. Clutched his gut. Fuckin’ panted like a dog after a day at the beach. He was standing on his own, in the open, the only person he could see on this little path. He knew that this was a stupid place to catch his breath, but…

Jaxon couldn’t think more than that. Bunch of reasons why. First was the images. Second was that he felt fuckin’ beat.

[Wham Yubeesling]

He spent a second. Standing there, hacking up his lungs, doing his best to not just throw up onto the ground. Whether it was because of how long he’d been running, or something else, he…

...He kept it in. Gulped down, cleared his throat, took a step. He felt fine. He felt fine.

So he kept moving. Down the slope. He could ponder more about this when this was over. When he was still alive. When he reaped the rewards.

((Jaxon Chen, continued elsewhere))