If You Don't, Don't.

[Chib†]

["Can You Hear Me Now?" --> Logan Reynolds]

Despite everything, by and large, Day 4 was an uneventful one for Logan Reynolds. He'd been caught in a standoff for a while, but by comparison to his brief altercation with Kris Hartmann, it was barely anything. He'd had Daisuke by his side back then, too. Daisuke, that's the main thing that marked out the otherwise unremarkable fourth day as an important one for him. For on his way back down the mountain, following his retreat from the situation he spent the next few hours wondering about the outcome of, Logan had decided to take a brief journey back into the tunnels he'd come from, to see if he could find some trace of his erstwhile ally, a clue as to which way he'd gone.

Eventually, he'd gotten deep enough that he had to turn his flashlight on again. Deep enough that he'd have gotten lost, if not for having passed through the area only an hour or two beforehand. Deep enough that he came back to the place the two of them had met a strange girl holding an axe, and left her behind in a hurry.

At least, Logan had left her behind. Apparently, Daisuke stayed behind. This much was clear because he was still there when Logan arrived. Though considerably worse for wear. The sight was a shock to the young man, but not a surprise. On his way down through the tunnels, Logan had heard the announcement about Liz Polanski. He'd heard Daisuke's name mentioned. Daisuke Nagazawa, Eliminated. So he'd been expecting the sight, but still hadn't been quite ready for it.

He'd only carried on to find the body in the first place for one reason. Daisuke had been assigned a gun. One Logan didn't like the idea of seeing fall into the hands of anyone that might want to use it against him. Or, more importantly, a reason he hated to admit to himself, and hated himself for considering. A gun he'd strongly consider using against Liz. He didn't know the girl personally, but given the number of people that had died thanks to her unsubtle ways, taking revenge for one of them being Daisuke didn't seem all that bad.

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It was several hours later that he eventually emerged into the waning evening sunlight, having had trouble leaving the side of his late new friend. Eventually he'd found the wearwithall to close Daisuke's eyes and lay him flat on the floor. It made the body look more restful, and closed the grisly hole in his neck, if only superficially.

This time, though, he didn't climb the mountain. He'd gotten a good enough view of the south side of the island already, and decided to head for the forest due east. By the time he found a suitable clearing, he reasoned, it'd be late enough to set up camp. The walk gave him time to think, mostly used to dwell on whether or not he would have had it in him to take vengeance at gunpoint. When he finally came across the place he decided to stop, Logan still didn't know. It was all moot, though, as any thoughts of revenge had already been effectively dispelled by the absence of a weapon on Daisuke's body. Logan wasn't sure who could've taken it, but assumed it must have been Marybeth.

After settling down to rest, Logan soon decided to remove the weapon he still did have from his daypack, and lean it against the tree he was sitting by. Having it in the bag was beginning to get uncomfortable, both for its weight and its unwieldy shape. Having zipped up the bag, he realised with a sigh that he still didn't have any of his personal belongings, the very reason he and Daisuke had ventured into the tunnels in the first place. Both journeys had been for nothing. Almost everything Logan had done so far had been for nothing.

Disregarding the risk, he complained aloud "Guess I'll be sleeping under my coat, then."

---

Surprisingly, Logan managed to waken before the announcements on the morning of the fifth day. Unfortunately, though, he had very little to do with the time. He had none of the books he'd brought for the camping trip, and, for the obvious security risk it presented, Danya's people had taken Logan's phone too, so he had nothing to fiddle idly with either. So for the minutes before Danya's smug voice filled the air, he sated his hunger with some more of his bread, and looked over his map dispassionately. He'd already studied it long enough to know there was nothing more to learn about the geography of the island without seeing it for himself, but it was something to do. It was an excuse to feel like he was being productive.

"Good morning, survivors,"

With the guilt of already having lost interest in who lived and died, and knowing it, Logan still gave the announcement an idle listen. The way Danya passed by Daisuke's death so comparably quickly, calling it merely a "little incident" put a scowl on his face, but only until he realised how little he himself had come to care about the... ten? He didn't even know how many deaths had been announced beforehand, and that little extra realisation made him feel worse still. Well, at least nobody he knew had been mentioned, or at least, he hadn't caught it, with his lax concentration.

"Everyone be sure to stay away from the Destroyed Tower, the Inland Woods, the Fun Fair, and the Southern Cliffs.

"Keep up the good work, boys and girls. Make me proud."

Lucky break he'd abandoned the tower when he had, then.

"So now what?"

Did he just say that out loud? Logan wasn't even sure. Talking to himself, the first sign of madness, or so they say. And who are they? The wizards? At least he wasn't answering himself.

He wasn't answering because he had no idea what he should be doing any more. Even on the very first day, his sense of purpose was hesitant at best. Four nights later it had only deteriorated.

But just because he didn't know what he was doing or why, didn't mean he couldn't just put on a brave face and pretend. Not that the facade would last long under investigation, even if he could lie about it.

"Thinking about it too much, just get moving and... who knows? Something might happen."

Logan didn't dwell on exactly -what- could happen to and/or around him. That sort of thing didn't bear thinking of. Nope, he just pulled his blazer back on, picked up his hakapik, and headed off in the direction he was facing.

[Logan Reynolds --> A Day at the Beach]