Marshall’s smile flickered at Amy’s bad choice of words. “It’s… alright.” He brightened up. “Oh, hold on! I’ll be right back.” Marshall turned around and vanished, the wheels squeaking back down the hall towards his room. It gave him a moment to compose himself, and it wasn’t long before he was back...

Adding fourth kid, Zachariah "Zach" Webb, to the following: horror club, boy's tennis, theatre, video game club.

((Marshall West continued from Dissolve.)) Checking on classmates wasn’t going so well. Some people were still unconscious, and yet more were deliberately not answering the door. Whether they were tired or just ignoring him, Marshall wasn't sure. But he could try again tomorrow. Marshall had only ju...

Marshall’s eyes moved down to Evie’s leg as she adjusted it, missing the shift in her expression. He wasn’t sure what to believe. He hadn’t seen why Chloé and Evie had been fighting, but once Chloé had suffered that injury… it had been at least intended as a mercy kill. He could understand it, even ...

Why? Why what? “Hrrrrmmmmm...” Marshall crossed his arms, kicking one of his feet idly. “If you’re asking why Matthew did it… that one’s easy. He had a problem with the idea of killers being able to leave the island. Though he also seemed to think that he was exempt and that all his own kills were j...

“June’s effort. You’re right. She did a lot for you. I hope you remember to thank her once she wakes up.” Marshall glanced back at the door. “I wasn’t allowed in to see her, so I’m not sure. But the people keeping me out said she was stable. Resting.” He hoped the guards hadn’t been lying just to ke...

She didn’t look pleased to see him. Marshall decided to ignore that. “Itchy. They can’t do much about it until the infection goes away, but… most of the hand is still there. Silver lining.” He wasn’t sure how much finger he’d have left once they did the surgery. Marshall had seen a glimpse (despite ...

“Good morning!” ((Marshall West continued in the Aftermath. )) Marshall spoke brightly and loudly, a near-perfect mimicry of his old self, as he hauled his IV in. The moment he’d figured out it had wheels, he’d been difficult to contain to one room. The staff had relented and allowed him to move abo...

Marshall would have tried to go back for June if they’d lagged behind much more. But they arrived, and once Evie had been handed off to the medics… Marshall didn’t even have to move, he just turned barely in time to catch June with his arms. That hug took everything he had left, and fatigue swept ov...

((Marshall West continued from One Last Roll In The Dark .)) “Fffffffffffffff—Iseeit,” Marshall wheezed as he marched along. Carrying Matthew in a piggyback ride had been a mistake. A necessary one, but he was heavy and Marshall – so used to being careful to always eat enough nutrition to power his ...

“Well, if you’re trying to convince me to change my mind and shoot you… otherwise, maybe you should shut up for the rest of the trip.” Really, only time would tell which of them was right. No point in arguing over it… and if Marshall had to hear Matthew talk much more, he was going to slam him into ...

“It’s not your decision to make! You are not the authority on what these people deserve!” He’d name-dropped Dani, like it wouldn’t hurt. Making excuses… bringing up Kai again. Kai stung so much. Had started to hurt even more since the flare appeared in the sky. Just hours after. He understood Matthe...

At Matthew’s complaint that he sounded like a cop, Marshall’s response was just, “Shut up.” How was it his fault that he didn’t know what to say in this situation? It wasn’t one he’d exactly studied for in advance. The best he could say was that Matthew hadn’t tried to kick him while putting his leg...

“You think I don’t know who Evie killed? I cared about Dani, and Lara. Chloe was my best friend and I saw Evie kill her.” Of course it was Evie. Murphy’s Law said that, if Marshall saved anyone, it had to be the other person who’d killed so many of his friends. Still… the game was over, and Marshall...

June had been laughing. She was shaking. But she’d come back to him. Said she was fine. Marshall wanted to believe that, but he didn’t think anyone was ‘fine’ at this point. But if he couldn’t trust June to be truthful about it, he couldn’t trust anyone. So he nodded, and didn’t stop her from runnin...