Daniella, her girlfriend - Deceased
Chevy, the ex-boyfriend she shot in the leg - Deceased
Misha, the girl she briefly flirted with at Barret's Tavern - Deceased
Maud, her best friend - Deceased
Elizabeth Rodney - Still alive for whatever reason
((Elizabeth Rodney continued from Man Proposes, God Disposes))
Despite her better judgement of the town being bad news, she took shelter in one of the building for over a day and did nothing. Doing nothing turned out to be one of her better life-decisions. No one disturbed her misery. She even got bored enough to skim the book in her backpack. It proved mildly more interesting than her lectures at the U of C.
With the book finished, Elizabeth read through the updated informations about Janus-Hayes' freakshow. From what she understood, Daniella's resurrection was the work of another monster called Vermiculus. And judging from their short interaction, it remembered everything.
Would Liz joining the worm-collective be enough to mend their relationship?
As if.
She had spent the most effort into keeping the boat afloat just to be the one to sink it with a gunshot.
Then there was Maud. Maud, probably the last person in the world Elizabeth cared about at this point. Even the old room she resided right now reminded her of the times they went urban exploring. Maud, who had died somewhere on this island, apparently eaten by some cannibal-zombie-things. Liz wanted to feel angry. Sad. Frustrated. Anything at all.
But at this point, she was just tired.
Tired enough to not even barricade the door. Any hungry monster or murderous human was free to enter. Albeit there didn't seem to be many of the latter. So far, that Arthur-guy was the only one convicted of murder apart from herself. Their fellow students seemingly being able to not kill each other just highlightened how terrible her own actions were. Elizabeth half-heartedly wished that the next announcement would tell of more people having snapped.
But she knew that this wouldn't make her feel better in the end. The illusion of a way to cheer herself up was the best she could manage while waiting for something to happen.
In the meantime, there were cobwebs on the ceiling to count.