Janet looked over at the haphazard bandage. It wasn't pretty, but it would serve its purpose. She stretched her shoulder, grimacing at the limited movement. She would be unable to make effective use of her given weapon. Her eyes strayed to the dead boy. Or, more importantly, to the gun lying by his ...

Janet waited patiently for Jay to wipe the alcohol pad against the injury. She steeled herself as he got closer, trying hard not to lose her cool over the fact that she was shirtless in the presence of the boy she kinda-sorta-maybe liked. She bit her lip as the alcohol pad contacted her skin. It was...

Janet was not very surprised at Jay's minor breakdown. She felt like doing the same, screaming her rage at the world and freaking out over everything. The thing was... she knew that if she allowed herself to go down that road, she would die. The only way to win was to win over her own fear. Well... ...

Jay was flipping the fuck out. Janet snarled, rising and turning on him. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" She screamed, getting right into his face. "You didn't do anything. The only one here who has any blame in this kill is me, so calm down and help me!" She backed up, turning back to the...

Janet stared down at him, feeling the rage boil. He moved quickly- she barely had time to raise the stick before the gun went off. Fortunately, his aim was off. She swung the stick down hard on his elbow, feeling it break sickeningly under the force of the blow. She expected it to end there, but was...

((Posting to save my ass from inactivity. At the last second too.))

Janet's gaze drilled into the boy on the ground. She tuned out Jay's babbling and begging. Her own breath slowed slightly as she waited for the boy to make his next move.

Janet cursed under her breath as she missed disarming the boy again. She was about to swing down again when Jay ran out from behind the tree, screaming about how they need to just stop fighting. She turned to glare at him, but softened up inwardly when she saw just how frantic he was. It was pitiful...

Kyle reacted as Charlene accelerated her movement. Swiftly, he stepped between her and Hayley, pushed Hayley out of the way and, in the same motion, threw the knife. His brain registered three shots. And then... pain. Oh God the pain. His side was burning, and he fell over backward, gasping for brea...

Hayley reacted with characteristic derision, shooing the annoyance away. Charlene, for her part, complied, backing up slowly. Then Kyle saw her reach for her bag, where she was surely holding a weapon. His hand shot back and drew his knife, spinning it into position. "Keep your hands where we c...

((Breaking post order to hurry along Kyle's demise.)) Kyle allowed Hayley to take the lead. As they walked onward, he felt a twinge of trepidation mix with his excitement. This was a rather big step, if they went as far as he assumed they were going to. He knew Hayley's character and could only expe...

((Kyle Portman continued from Instinct .)) They entered the forest before night fell. There was very little said between the trio before they fell asleep, Kyle sleeping fitfully again. He woke up before the announcement. He sat up from where he had been lying and listened dispassionately. No names h...

Janet lost track of the boy's movement for a moment as her hockey stick struck dirt and jarred her arm. Which really kinda hurt. She saw the boy's arm come up, the muscles in his forearm tighten, and she spun to her left as three shots rang out. She fell in an undignified heap, a slight amount of pa...

((Apologies for the tardiness of this post.)) Kyle barely gave the dead boy a glance. He didn't matter, really. Just one less person between them and victory, right? Right. More interesting was the other dead boy. This one was older- covered in flies, although it hadn't started to rot yet. He turned...

Kyle was not surprised by Hayley's news that she had killed somebody back there. It made sense as to why they were running away from someone with a gun. Even less surprising was when she sat up and took aim at the smaller group. Kyle felt terrible about it- they had been three, which was good. Two s...

The boy did not, as Janet had expected, fire at her as she dove for cover. Instead he turned his gun on Jay, but didn't shoot. He missed his chance. Threats came after, though Janet didn't pay attention. She started to cut through the brush to get around the boy. She peeked over the bushes just in t...