Carp Diem

[Cake]

Wendy arched a brow, the corners of her mouth shifted, traces of a smirk rising, observing the girl of rising confidence. A threat, a playful one, but a threat nonetheless.

"Same." Wendy spoke softly through clenched teeth and stone still, happy eyes.

"You be the judge," she said, pointing at the sledge hammer. "There's your gavel."

"We can meet again," Wendy sifted through the extra supplies of the fallen, pulling out a map and pointing. "Here."

She paused, looking at the bags, the stitching on each one. Her own, reading G29.

"By the way. What is your number.... prisoner?"

A wink of her own.

[Zetsu]

"Twenty eight."

Irene picked up the hammer. Of justice. Not that justice mattered at this point, or had ever mattered, but there's something comforting about the old iconography, wasn't there? So she'll do it, she'll wield the hammer and call it justice.

"Have fun running the asylum."

((Irene continued in  Did you really think I'd fall to my knees just to pray for some sweet simplicity?))

[Cake]

"Find some pants for me, if you could," Wendy called out as Irene walked away, leaving her alone with what became of Yumi.

Just like the others, Wendy had carefully pulled Yumi to the edge of one of the pits, her soon to be burial mound. It wasn't too difficult due to the lightweight of her corpse. The head was now covered, with Felicia's jacket, much like Wendy had covered Sebastien's missing head with her own jacket. A few flowers, purple ones, the aconite left over, were placed on Yumi's chest.

Yumi sank like the rest, as Wendy stood by and watched her descend over the course of ten minutes or so and everything was quiet.


From where she stood, she could see traces of smoke, clouding upwards in the distance. Not just one but several. Which meant fire. Organized. Started by someone or rather a group of someones had opted to light the whole island ablaze. Quite a curious sight. One worthy of further exploration on her island adventure.

Wendy collected the remaining supplies, left by her fallen peers. She condensed the essentials into her one pack, G29. The remaining soup that hadn't spilled, left in the pot was scooped up into tins, placed back into her bag. The GPS, Wendy kept, played around with it, saw her own number centered on the screen. Thankful her friend Felicia had provided her with instructions on how it worked before she passed. Discovering others would be far simpler with this useful gadget.

For a while longer, Wendy cleaned up the tar pits setting, every entity now submerged within. The area was scoured, left in it's natural state, as if untouched, unvisited. Only the bubbling black lakes remained.

Picking up her bag, the cooler, and new found power, Wendy took one last look at the tar pits - her tar pits and walked away for another chapter of her extraordinary journey.

[[Wendy Fischer Continued To: Shoulder of Orion.]]