Eating was the first good idea either of the two DeMarcus had been saddled with had come up with, so he grunted, nodded, and pulled his own loaf free from his bag and started munching. It was bland, but that was whatever. He just needed the strength. DeMarcus eyed Fred's leg as he chewed. When he ha...

DeMarcus's eyes narrowed at Dominiqua's dismissal, but before he could respond with something similarly acidic, the other boy chimed in. Maybe it was too early in the morning for him to get fully torqued, but being agreed with was enough to keep him "amiable" for now. So when Fred asked wh...

Cucks. Betas. People that probably didn't deserve their lives to begin with. That was what DeMarcus thought of those that had already fallen according to the morning announcements. Just a bunch of people who were waiting to be killed anyway. That's what he told himself, anyway. He had risen shortly ...

The joint was empty, a fact that DeMarcus confirmed as he moved through it. There were beds, that was good. Even better was the fact that the miserable cold was a lot less punishing in here, as it was away from the bite of the air outside. There was an examination room with a little curtain to affor...

DeMarcus took a deep breath and he felt some of the nerves drift out of his body as he exhaled. He glanced down at the rations in the girl's hand, pondered them for a moment. He held one palm out for her to make the transfer, letting the other hand fall to his side. "Pistol stays pulled. I don'...

Cards on the table, as far as he knew. Both his new buddies had gotten shit draws. They were in an IRL battle royale and the chick had dropped with food? His eyes glanced down to his own gift. It felt like divine providence, that someone like him that knew what to do with the Deagle was the one to g...

There was a guy with the chick, one that DeMarcus hadn't noticed in the initial shock of being snuck up on. Unconsciously, DeMarcus's chest puffed up in the presence of another guy, especially one so slender and fucking beta-looking. However, the idea that they were willing to appease him managed to...

A voice rose up from behind DeMarcus that stole his attention so quickly and completely that he hadn't even heard the responses from the people in the infirmary. Bolts shot through his spine as reflexes honed from exhaustive hours diving to cover and snap-aiming at simulated soldiers lit up his nerv...

Names were shouted out. DeMarcus narrowed his eyes, running through his very shallow mental file cabinet he had on the people he shared the school with every day. "Am I supposed to know who y'all are?" He said back. He also stood his ground, a physical reflection of what he wanted to say n...

The idea that whoever was in the building would see him on approach, let alone pre-empt him by saying something, was something that had had never occurred to DeMarcus. That they said something positive was even more confounding to the scenario he had made up in his head and deflated some of his fals...

The breeze hadn't died down since DeMarcus had taken his post outside the infirmary. If anything, it had grown in intensity. He had wrapped his free arm around himself, which provided little shield against the cold. He hadn't had much patience to begin with and the weather was wearing away at his ne...

((DeMarcus Miller, Start)) DeMarcus didn't make plans. Whether it was one-pumping kids on Fortnite or sending out Tweets reminding psycho left-wingers about biological truths, he operated on instinct and adhered to whatever the circumstances dictated. Consequences were something nebulous and the fut...

Calling in DeMarcus Miller.

DeMarcus was losing his "captive audience," but he was used to that. He got a little too real for people too fast. This one wouldn't even tell him his real name, so he'd have to stay Tokyo Drift forever. DeMarcus watched as his conversation partner stood up and said something about his fam...

"Easy, easy, dawg." DeMarcus said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "I just like talking to people. And I'm DeMarcus, by the way, if you wanna go ahead and tell me what I'm supposed to be calling you." At that, DeMarcus got up and made an exaggerated show of stretching, ...