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[Endless_Helix†]

Gregory was sitting on some else's bed ,crying. He'd never met the person, but the bed was a small ammount of comfort, and for that, he thanked them. The Nazi's had got him and his school and they'd put him on the fucking island, making them all fucking psychos, and they're all going to fucking kill each other, and there's NO FUCKING ESCAPE.

Mentally he was checking off the things he should have done... and torturing himself about not having done them; talking with his brother, hugging his parents, changing his sister's diaper before he left, it all came back. The small stuff always got him. He'd just about cried. Then he saw his weapon... and he broke down in tears. it doesn't look good, dad. Wish I could laugh at the whole damn thing... but it's real now. There are a million people out there who enjoyed every second of Survival of the Fittest. I was one of them. I never thought it was real. That's why. It was just like a fucking movie. And that's all I am now. A fucking. CHARACTER.

Morbidly, Gregory wondered if anyone would make a fansite to him. The he began to think, How do I get out of this? Nothing is fool-proof. Nothing. There are always cracks to slip through. The biggest hole, he knew, was the necklace.  HOLY FUCKING SHIT, I"M ON FUCKING SOTF, FUCK!

I'm already dead. I've basically no advantages. DAMMIT. But I could try to team up with people... get the hell out of here. Yeah. That's the ticket. So Gregory got dressed and walked out the door. He even had the manners to lock the door afterwards.

((Continued in Empathies and Desperation))