Not Even A Tetanus Shot Will Save You Now

[Courtography]

(Nick Simmons continued from Karmic Backlash)

Nick had kept fleeing through the jungle through the night. His arms were covered in shallow scratches from prickly vegetation. Not to mention that his totally badass hair kept getting caught in low branches and shit. That just sucked.

Not to mention that in the morning he found out that more than crazy Jennifer somethingarather had killed. Seriously, that was some crazy shit. They were a bunch of high school kids. Maybe not always nice or whatever, but they weren't supposed to murder each other. They weren't from the ghetto.

He had kept wandering after that. Sure, he had found a stream, but the map was really fucking unhelpful. Eventually, late in the day he had wandered to the scrap of metal that was the helipad and decided that's where he would stay for awhile. He hadn't climbed to the top yet though.

That's what he would do now. See if he could catch a view of somewhere else. Seriously, who would want to hang around this fucking place?

On the way up he had to watch his step to avoid cutting his arms with some of the rustier handholds the stairs had to offer. It took him a few minutes to reach the top. Seriously, it was annoyingly tall. But, on the other hand, it would let him see around to know where to go next. And there it was, off in the distance, a tower. That would be a nice place to go.

It was a terrible time to be clumsy. Turning to check out the other side for other places he tripped over the edge and impaled himself on a rusted support.

B06: NICK SIMMONS: DECEASED