Shit shit shit. Shit.
Shit!
Okay, okay, uh...
Calm down.
Calm down? Funny. Funny funny Carol! Haha, calm down, why don't ya? It's just a death game, it's just a funny, funny little situation that you've ended up in!
Haha! Funny funny!
Carol was gonna throw up. By god, she was gonna throw up. The cries for help had stopped a long, long time ago. Replacing it were... were...
She looked down, she shivered, and she looked back up, clutching at her arm. She felt the unfamiliar fabric of the bandanna wrapped around her sleeve. Okay.
Oliver Sheffield couldn't swim.
People...
People make mistakes, sometimes, right?
But it's not like he'd ever needed to.
Like... uh... when you accidentally press R instead of E and ult nothing, or... or when you accidentally publish a draft of your chapter instead of saving it.
Yeah.
Mistakes, right?
People... people make them. Carol made them before. Carol made mistakes.
Oliver didn't hang out near water a lot. He wasn't a big fan of beaches, or pools, or water parks.
She looked down again. Couldn't. Couldn't handle the churning water, the rocking of the box she'd found herself on top of.
So it didn't really matter. Never needed to learn how to swim.
People make mistakes all the time. That was fine.
Sometimes it wasn't as fine.
Someone who can't swim? In Florida, you say? Nonsense.
Oh god, here comes the panic again. Nope! She couldn't...
This was...
She...
Oliver Sheffield would tell you to fuck off.
Okay. Okay okay okay okay.
People made mistakes. Carol made mistakes. Carol made a mistake. But it was fine.
After all, people made mistakes.
He'd never needed to swim until some sickos decided to put him in the middle of the ocean.
Some were small.
Some were big.
This? This was...
Have fun! Don't fall! Also, kill your classmates!
Okay, okay, it was pretty big.
So... so? So, so so so...
Death game. Death.
Carol looked down again. Stop looking down! Stop.
To hell with all that. Oliver wouldn't stoop to that level.
Carol made a mistake. She couldn't take it back.
But there was always... no...
She had to look to the... no no no...
Okay.
Wait...
No, don't wait.
Death game. Remember? Death.
He just needed to survive. He just needed to... to not fall in the water.
Okay... so... if she didn't want to end up falling, she needed to get out of here. This... place.
Right now. Then...
Uh, then...
He just needed to not get pushed into the water.
Carol made her way...
Careful!
She made her way off...
Careful. Don't fall.
Off the box.
There was a boat in the distance. A boat. Actually, multiple boats. That was...
Safe? No.
Safer? Probably.
Safer sounded good. She couldn't... didn't want to...
Shit. Shit shit shit.
Shit.
((Carol Hong continued in Pier Pressure.))
There had been a girl. On a crate. He was also on a crate. Woke up on a crate, roiling in the waves.
But his mind went into overdrive almost immediately. He sat and thought, trying to remember everything that had been said during the briefing. The first thing that came to mind was... the bandanna.
Paramount to survival, it was. He needed to be wearing it at all times. So he rifled through his bag, looking for it. Without too much trouble, he found the thing, and quickly it around his pant leg.
Now... he picked up the bag, thinking abou-
A sudden shift in the crate made him lose his balance. He dropped the bag, which went sliding off the crate and into the water.
Oliver stared in disbelief. His supplies were now gone. He needed them and now they were gone. And that made his 'survive' plan a little harder.
But there was a girl. And she'd have supplies. He'd...
He'd just need to swipe them. And he looked to the girl. She was lying on the crate... she still hadn't woken up yet. Right?
He felt bad. But he needed supplies, and she was the quickest avenue to them, after his own went into the drink.
So he approached her. Slowly. Carefully. The entire thing was nerve-wracking. His shoes were not designed to traverse slick metal. He was half-expecting, with every step between crates, to fall into the water.
But he didn't. He didn't, and eventually made it to the crate where the girl was. The girl was lying on the crate.
But, as it turned out, she was not still passed out. Of course, Oliver didn't realize that until he'd already picked up her bag.
And then he...
And then she...
And he felt her hands push against his chest.
And he felt himself falling backward.
And he felt himself crash into the water.
Oliver Sheffield couldn't swim. But... he tried. He tried, and he cried out.
Help.
Help!
But she didn't.
And Oliver Sheffield couldn't swim.
His mind was a jumble of panic. Of anger. Of regrets. Of hatred.
He couldn't think. For the first time in his life, he couldn't think.
And then, he felt the metal walls close in on him, and then he wasn't thinking anymore.
People made mistakes.
Some were small.
Some were big.
This? This was...
SS06, Oliver Sheffield: DECEASED