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These are the woods on the island’s northern coast. The trees run nearly all the way to the sea, allowing only a thin stretch of beach, which disappears altogether depending on the tide. The trees here are largely coniferous, and are in good health, bolstered by a number of wet years and their proximity to the ocean. These woods are largely fairly dense, though clearings are abundant and comparatively-sparse undergrowth leaves them fairly easy to traverse.
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((Round Two.))

KK knew there was a better way. It had just presented itself to her. Rattle the cage, neglect the lock, and leave the the lab unattended. Soon enough the first rat came scurrying out to poke its nose at freedom, unaware that KK was watching her from behind the trees. The girl had strayed from the cabin just as she expected. The only question now was where the other voice was hiding, assuming it had survived.
They always survive. Nowhere is safe.
She wasn't in the mood to be ambushed again. KK would extract her information first and use her as a hostage. That was the logical course of action. The survivor's course of action.
Repeat it again and again until it becomes true.
This time she lined the gun up carefully, staring down at wobbling legs among the leaves. One crisp, deep breath. Three quick shots echoing out to cut her balance out from under her. And as she fell, KK strode forward with her gun pointed down at her. There would be no question who was in control, or what would happen if any prying eyes tried to intervene.
Come out. Make it fast. We don't have to do this.
It was either useful theater or necessary caution, because nobody came running out of the woods to save her target. She loomed over her with her lips pursed into a flat line. Let the weight of their dynamic sink in over her. When she spoke, she let the gun drift from pointing at her stomach to pointing into her face. "There were two of you talking in there. Where's the other one?"
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((Yasmin "Yaz" Carrol continued A Pity Sight for the Magpie))

She screamed out in pain as she fell.

Three bullets had torn through her legs throwing her to the floor like she was nothing more than a doll.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She repeated as she pushed herself into a seated position and tried to stem the bleeding with her hands. That was when her attacker made themselves visible.

She knew of Katarina, but she didn't talk to her much. Like she hadn't talked to anyone much at school really. It felt like she had spoken to Daniel the most in their time together on the island then she ever had before.

A question was asked but it was more of a demand really. Yaz didn't immediately register it because too much was happening at once. Her legs were screaming out in pain and she was crying because of it, there was a gun pointing directly at her face and now she needed to give answers.

She coughed as she tried to take in a breath and calm herself. Daniel was a sitting duck in his state. If Katarina decided to go back to the cabin she would kill him, she needed to do something and there was no way she could get away and warn him.

Fuck.

Heaving a ragged and torn breath Yaz forced herself to speak.

"He's gone," She was interrupted by an involuntary gasp of pain as the nail of her finger caught one of the bullet wounds.

"He ran, not long after you left."
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He just ran away. That scanned. She could even envision the timeline in her head: the two of them recovering and shivering on the floor of the cabin, the quiet panicked discussion as they make the decision to leave, a boy without a face or a name or even a hair color running out into the woods at the quickest opportunity and the girl in front of her stumbling off right into her arms. Sure. She could see the scenario where that played out. She just wasn't certain it was this one.
He should have just killed you.
Her left hand tapped against the gun impatiently as she mulled the possibilities over. Somewhere in the woods around her there could be a boy with a gun, waiting for her to let her guard down or to come running for vengeance as soon as she lost her bargaining chip. This required further probing.
Give me a reason Yaz.
"Fair enough. Sounds like he betrayed you. Tell me which way he went and I'll go chase him instead."
Give me anything.
It was unconvincing lie, in her mind. There was no warmth or sympathy in her tone and the gun didn't pull away even a hair from her face. But maybe things looked different looking up past that olive metal from the bloody forest ground.
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Right.

Yeah, Yaz didn't believe Katarina's statement at all.

Still though, considering the situation that she found herself in it wasn't like she had much choice but to play along. Maybe, just maybe she would get lucky at KK would actually believe her and go off in the complete wrong direction.

The chance of that happening was enough.

"He went like south." Yaz tired her best to sound unsure to give the lie some degree of legitimacy.

"I think he mentioned hiding in a church."

The gun was still pointed at her and Yaz thought she knew what would happen next.
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Was there even a church here? Katarina couldn't remember if she'd seen one yet. And wasn't that just convenient for saving her skin? Running off just as soon they were sure there were no more shots, then what? Shouting over his shoulder that he'd be in the church after the heat died down? It was cute. Almost enough to be plausible, and to get a pass even if it wasn't. She'd never expected to get an honest answer, really. Just to learn a little bit more about the type of person she was dealing with.
Yes. Yes it's cute. That's right.
In theory, it'd worked out well. The girl whose name she refused to even try to remember even as it kept ringing unbidden in the back of her head was either a liar, or willing to sell out her friend to survive. That only made it easier to finish her off, didn't it? A deceptive, dishonest person should be easier to kill than someone honest and scared, just as it'd been easier to shoot a screaming creature with a bat than an injured, crying girl. The mistake was that it had reminded her that she was a person. She had goals, plans, fears. She was clinging to the idea that she could, in some way, escape this. She was afraid.
She'll probably die anyway.
They had that in common.
There's no need to do anything else.
The gun wavered in front of her before slowly drifting down to KK's side. It wasn't a mercy. She wasn't sparing her. Her legs were cut out from under her and she'd probably bleed out anyway, that's why she wasn't putting up any sort of fight. She didn't have to finish her off. In fact, it would be the merciful thing, the weak thing, to waste a bullet putting her down. It would make so much more sense to leave her to her fate and move on, wouldn't it?
Wait.
Katarina started to walk away without another word. The only sounds were the leaves crunching under foot and the labored breath of the girl behind her. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Every breath seemed to grow louder and stronger in her ears with the pounding of her pulse.
They're probably dead every time.
In. She could be lying with an ally waiting in the wings.
But how do you know?
Out. She could be faking it so that Katarina would leave her to "die."
How do you make sure someone doesn't come back?
In. She could drag herself into her bag and patch herself up before she bled dry.
How do you send a message?
Out. She could just get lucky.
Oh.
In.
I don't-
Katarina turned and fired before the exhale came.
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The gun dropped and for a brief moment Yaz thought that somehow she had managed to save Daniel and herself. But the reality of the situation was different.

She had three bullets in her legs and was bleeding badly. If there had been a chance of her making it back to the cabin too much time had probably passed and she guessed she was too far away now. She also didn't have her pack because she had given in to Daniel so there was no way for her to stop the bleeding.

It didn't all come together for a happy ending. She would need to get lucky.

No that any of it mattered. She wasn't safe until Katarina was gone. Surprisingly enough her attacker was actually leaving. Yaz tried to use her hands and maneuver herself back to her feet but the pain from her legs was too great and she could only stay seated.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

She glanced up as she heard KK's footsteps stop and saw the gun pointing at her.

Yaz exhaled and dropped her head.

Three more bullets stitched across her chest, spinning her upper body around as she crumpled to the ground like a fallen doll.

Six bullets in total.

Lying on her side Yaz could only hear her ragged breaths as her vision slowly went hazy, The pool of blood that had already formed around her legs was eventually connected to the one comes from her chest. Her eyes were wet from the tears brought on partly from pain and partly from fear.

She wondered about Daniel and hoped he would be ok.

She had done the best she could. It wasn't much because she had never been capable of much, but she guessed it was better than nothing.

It was the most she had ever achieved in her wasted life.
G04: Yasmin "Yaz" Carrol: Deceased
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In.
...
Out.
...
In.
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Out.
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In.
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Out.
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Katarina watched those last breathes carefully. Took in every drop of the blood pooling around her trembling body. Monitored every twitch that signaled innate resistance to the inevitable end. She wouldn't let herself walk away this time. It would be finished to the end and she would absorb every last second of it.
...
She had admitted fear and nearly allowed herself to take an easy way out. Who knows how many times that had bit her already before she'd caught on. It wouldn't happen again, even if she had to burn this image into her head until it was there every time she closed her eyes. The body stopped moving. A minute passed. Two. Three. Five. Ten. KK was just as still as it was.
...
A few quick steps closed the distance between them as she put the gun to its head. It didn't resist as she prodded it and let it roll back and forth. There was no sign of breath, no flush of fear, no anxious twitches. No matter how she tested it, she seemed absolutely certain it was dead.
...
That didn't keep her from pulling the trigger and blowing out its brains. No shortcuts. No easy ways out. Only certainty in either success or failure. That's how a survivor thought.
Don't let them in.
Certainty also meant there was no room in her head for those she left behind. Before she'd even made the treeline again, the girl was reduced to a disembodied voice behind a wall.

((Katarina Konipaski's next target sighted.))
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