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hi hello friends So basically, the ending of V8 provides some unique circumstances compared to previous versions, and even previous escapes, given the amount of survivors and how late in the game the escape occurred. Meaning, lots of simmering drama between the survivors, lots of lingering feelings,...

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In front of one of the houses, in the distance, stood a corpse, suspended by its right arm, hooked through a window pane. There were rust-brown scrawls next to it, and though she and Evie had been too far to read it, the stance of the body itself, bloodied death-mask permanently etched into an expre...

June didn't reply for a few moments, staring at the gun on the floor. As if she was scared she was hallucinating it, that it'd just jump back into Evie's hand or something. So, she could drop the gun after all. So, she could beg, and plead, and ask for help. She could do all of that. In the end, she...

Her face twisted into a grimace. She felt an oozing in her throat, a nausea welling up inside of her. She was so sick of this. So, so sick of this. Because, even at the very end of all this, she still had to deal with the buzz of her heart as her life fell into danger yet again, fell into danger for...

((June Madison continues from One Last Shot in the Dark )) A couple minutes after that long, drawn-out screech, footsteps thumped in the distance. The scar in the sky was beginning to dissipate. June was only making her best guess as to where the scream had come from, based off the direction she tho...

All the while, June's body wouldn't stop shaking. Was it nerves? Fear, from almost dying for the third? fourth? time? Or, worry, about the girl screaming in pain, if they'd get to her in time? Anxiety about the boat leaving without them? Or, adrenaline wearing out, her muscles struggling to keep Mat...

And then, a rush of air. June sprinting for half a second before making contact with Matthew, slamming his body against the wall of the room. The scream of her nerves, her slinged arm having absorbed most of the impact. The scream of her throat into Matthew's ear, pain and hatred at once. Two bodies...

The grin on Matthew's face was better described as a sneer. Evil. He knew something that they didn't. Marshall asked June to rescue the screaming girl, and she wanted to, she really did. Just, the last time she left too soon, she came back to her best friend's throat being slit. So, she took an extr...

"And," June added, voice quiet but certain, "the SEALs are here. The game's over. No one needs to kill each other anymore." Her lips drew into a snarl. "Only a monster would continue playing after all this, right?" And then, a blood curdling scream in the distance, in t...

From behind Marshall, a second pistol pointed at Matthew, arm holding it wavering, shaking. He was so focused on his little gun, and his little target, and his little feelings and his little, tiny, puny, insignificant little fucking grudges, that June could pull the trigger, put a bullet through his...

It was starting. The first shot had been fired. Was that a missed shot, or was that one less survivor from their class? There was a fire growing in June's chest, but it was less the uncontrolled inferno that often emanated from her in times of panic, and more something more controlled, deliberate: a...