Betty Quinn Goes out halfway through the game, possibly unrolled There’s a whole lot of shoulda/coulda/woulda with Quinn. But life is what it is and it turned out that I wasn’t really equipped to take part in SOTF for the duration of V8, adopting out when it became abundantly clear that I wasn’t go...

With everyone else already running off. Andrew grumbled to himself and wandered from the shore, alone once again.

((Andrew Larson continued elsewhere…))

Andrew pretty quickly got the sense that, whatever plan these two girls had, it wasn’t something they’d thought through or gone over all that much. Didn’t exactly lend much confidence to this whole enterprise. Still, beggars and choosers, all that. “Alright, yeah.” Andrew nodded as he tried to think...

A camera near the cave’s entrance caught sight of a girl in a striking, red peacoat as she emerged from the darkness, now carrying a gun that was almost as large as she was. The weapon seemed to rest oddly with her, arms and hands moving all about, gripping different spots, changing position and cen...

Quinn locked up as Colm seemed to suddenly reach toward her, not sure what to expect from him. Perhaps it would be some misguided attempt at comforting her, or perhaps he’d had enough of accepting her plans. Quinn gripped her bag tightly, ready to act, to do something drastic if necessary, only for ...

When the girls turned to look his way, Andrew finally got a good enough look to tell who they were. Unfortunately, he didn’t know much about Medea and June beyond their names, but they didn’t seem like the sort that were prone to do anything too stupid. Then again, the way June hid herself behind Me...

((Andrew Lapson continued from Snowblind )) The unfortunate thing about night was that it made tracking footprints in the snow pretty fucking difficult, particularly when the person doing the tracking was fucking exhausted and needed to catch at least a couple hours of rest. By the time Andrew awoke...

As Colm scooted out of their shelter, Quinn still did not move, nor did she look up to meet his gaze. The sense of disgust that had settled at her core would not abate as she attempted to focus on what she would need to do next. The praise, the reward felt like an insult, a slap in the face to what ...

Colm hadn’t aimed his second snowball at Quinn, which was a welcome shift, and she might’ve allowed herself a bit more leeway to relax with him if it hadn’t been for the rather stiff manner in which said snowball connected with a nearby tree. Of course, as the ball landed on the ground, the rock at ...

Quinn didn’t answer Colm for some time. It wasn’t because she hadn’t thought of the question herself, because she had, but rather it seemed the most appropriate response to his continued jokes in the midst of her explanations. So, she flashed him a small, outwardly polite smile, waited in order to g...

When Colm recoiled from her, Quinn knew what he felt without saying it. To him, the food was tainted by blood, not something he was willing to take, which should’ve been anticipated. The boy didn’t have the stomach for what she was offering. Hands returning to her sides, Betty noticed the snowball h...

Colm had a lot of questions, but that was understandable. Quinn owed him answers, and he was still being rather more considerate of her feelings that she might have expected, making a light theatrical reference, which she assumed was for her benefit. Unsure whether she was entirely comfortable with ...

Well, Colm took Quinn’s explanation of things better than she’d expected, even throwing out a few quips as he took a seemingly more relaxed, seated position. The girl felt some of the tension slipping away from her own body at that. “Thank you.” She answered in a quiet voice, giving a slight nod and...

Taking the curtain rod into her hand, Quinn looked the object over carefully, feeling its weight. The rod was unlikely to be as useful as the weapon she’d surrendered back to Colm, but it was still a step up from a ouija board she’d been assigned to begin with. She’d make it work, somehow. Her atten...

Putting in a bid