Shawn hardly slept that night.
((Shawn Bellamy continued from Далеко бежит дорога))
He sat alone by a campfire, shotgun resting on his lap as Matt slept in the makeshift shelter behind him, his eyes occasionally glancing up at the ominous speaker set up in a nearby tree.
The two had briefly entertained the idea of reuniting with Fitz, before deciding it wasn't worth the risk. Things likely weren't going to work out between them once the news dropped, their alliance was on thin ice as it was without two unexpected bodies added to the mix. They figured it'd be better to hunker down somewhere, write the day off and recover.
Much as he would've liked a roof over his head, the trapping camp was too far to reach before nightfall, so instead Shawn led them to his old campsite. The very same one he'd set up with Bethany, the survival shelter still mostly intact and campfire ready and waiting. It wasn't much, but it was relatively isolated compared to their other options. Best of all, he knew for a fact that the land surrounding it was relatively free of pitfalls.
He was on watch duty as dawn slowly arrived, switching between anxious pacing and sitting in silent contemplation throughout the early morning. It was impossible to relax after what happened back at the pass, Shawn dreading that morning's announcement more than any other. Matt at least was already a marked man, but himself? He wasn't looking forward to the attention that was about to be drawn his way. Not to mention their narrow brush with death, the slightest sound causing him to flinch in terror, expecting another explosion at any second.
Despite this, whilst he spent the majority of the night in a near-constant state of anxiety, as the announcement drew closer he began to feel a wave of calmness wash over him. A slow acceptance of the new status quo that was about to befall him. After all, this was always going to happen wasn't it? He had to get his hands bloody eventually, their hosts made it clear you couldn't go home with a clean slate. Besides, all things considered, he was in as good a position to win this game as he could hope for. Much as he would've liked to remain in the shadows just a little longer, he could hardly complain about how far he'd been able to fly under the radar up until now.
Like he was saying to Matthew yesterday, most everyone left was either playing or strongly thinking about it. Perhaps it was time to finally drop the act and start going all out.
By the time the microphone screeched, and the announcement began, Shawn was ready to face the music. He listened closely, raising his brow at some of the names mentioned. Dick and Darryl were toast, Jezzie finally remembered she was playing and got back to work, and some guy called Adam got - ADAM! That was the fucking pink-haired guy's name! Christ, and here he thought he'd never remember his...
Huh. That's odd, how come...
He didn't have long to contemplate before a loud bang rang out over the speaker.
His eyes widened, flashing back to the ambush as he stood to attention, staring at the nearest speaker with a look of disbelief on his face.
Danya yelled at some subordinate, before the feed suddenly cut and the island was once again plunged into silence.
A silence that left him with many, many questions.
"Wh... What the fuck?"
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((Matthew Bell continued from Далеко бежит дорога))
He was still sleeping when the announcement - and subsequent big fucking bang - woke him up. It hadn't been a great one, what with the new fucking knife opening in his nose. Shawn had quickly patched him up as best as they could, but something like that'd need stitches, Matthew knew from experience. They had something like that in the medical kit, but as much as he trusted Shawn with his life, he didn't know how great he would be at stitching people up. Seemed like one of those things that you'd need more than some JROTC basic field dressing knowledge to do. So, he'd just sorta... cleaned up as best as he could, slapped some disinfectant (shouted like a motherfucker), cut an adhesive bandage to size and slapped it over.
As for his nose?
He just shoved a cotton ball in it for the night. He had to breathe through his mouth, and his voice was a little nasally now, but it would do.
After the whole thing, Matthew assumed Fitz and Kaede were dead. They'd had some overwatch on the mountainside, so if they weren't able to provide covering fire or even just alert them of Katelyn's presence, she'd probably got to them first. So now she had a sniper rifle and a collar radar thing. She was going to need to die, but bar her stepping into one of those holes? The viable ways he could kill her was getting shorter by the day. Shawn had led him here, some old campsite that looked undisturbed.
"Wh-" Matthew snapped out of his sleeping bag, immediately going for the gun besides him, trying to stand up and kinda falling over. There was only one thing he associated with an explosion at this point, and that was Katelyn fucking Graves. Maybe he'd make her dig her own once he got to her.
Once he saw Shawn chilled enough, although real fucking confused, Matthew let himself chill too.
"What the hell was that? The explosion?" Shaking himself out of the sleeping bag and shoving it into his kit, Matthew glanced around them, resisting the urge to go and poke at his nose just right now. If only Dawn were still bloody alive, she'd probably be happy to help. Probably weren't many people alive who knew anything more than to slap a plaster on your booboo and get Mommy to kiss it better, though.
Cotton ball it would be.
He was still sleeping when the announcement - and subsequent big fucking bang - woke him up. It hadn't been a great one, what with the new fucking knife opening in his nose. Shawn had quickly patched him up as best as they could, but something like that'd need stitches, Matthew knew from experience. They had something like that in the medical kit, but as much as he trusted Shawn with his life, he didn't know how great he would be at stitching people up. Seemed like one of those things that you'd need more than some JROTC basic field dressing knowledge to do. So, he'd just sorta... cleaned up as best as he could, slapped some disinfectant (shouted like a motherfucker), cut an adhesive bandage to size and slapped it over.
As for his nose?
He just shoved a cotton ball in it for the night. He had to breathe through his mouth, and his voice was a little nasally now, but it would do.
After the whole thing, Matthew assumed Fitz and Kaede were dead. They'd had some overwatch on the mountainside, so if they weren't able to provide covering fire or even just alert them of Katelyn's presence, she'd probably got to them first. So now she had a sniper rifle and a collar radar thing. She was going to need to die, but bar her stepping into one of those holes? The viable ways he could kill her was getting shorter by the day. Shawn had led him here, some old campsite that looked undisturbed.
"Wh-" Matthew snapped out of his sleeping bag, immediately going for the gun besides him, trying to stand up and kinda falling over. There was only one thing he associated with an explosion at this point, and that was Katelyn fucking Graves. Maybe he'd make her dig her own once he got to her.
Once he saw Shawn chilled enough, although real fucking confused, Matthew let himself chill too.
"What the hell was that? The explosion?" Shaking himself out of the sleeping bag and shoving it into his kit, Matthew glanced around them, resisting the urge to go and poke at his nose just right now. If only Dawn were still bloody alive, she'd probably be happy to help. Probably weren't many people alive who knew anything more than to slap a plaster on your booboo and get Mommy to kiss it better, though.
Cotton ball it would be.
Chilled was certainly one way of putting it. Frozen in fear was perhaps a little more accurate.
It took Shawn a moment to comprehend what had just happened. He had grown so numb to the announcements at this point that any deviance was enough to throw him off, and a loud explosion ringing out through the speaker was one hell of a fucking deviance.
He glanced back at Matt, unsure what to say as he gulped nervously.
"I-I..." he began, stumbling over his words. "It came from the announcement... I..." he continued, stuttering as he clawed a hand through his hair. "I think something's happening."
What exactly? Well, that was obvious: Their hosts were under attack.
By whom? The marines? The CIA? The fucking IRS? Whoever it was, they managed to catch the bastards off guard, strike them live on air right in front of everyone.
Did... Did this mean they were being rescued? Had the cavalry finally arrived? Were a bunch of rescue choppers going to show up at any moment, take them all home safe and sound? It all sounded too good to be true, and yet... Fuck, why else would Danny's headquarters start blowing up all of a sudden?
"Holy shit" Shawn gasped, as the reality of it all began to settle in. This was it. Someone was here to save them all from this nightmare. After everything they had been through, all the death and misery, someone was coming to rescue them.
Everyone left was going to survive.
And that thought scared the ever living shit out of him.
It took Shawn a moment to comprehend what had just happened. He had grown so numb to the announcements at this point that any deviance was enough to throw him off, and a loud explosion ringing out through the speaker was one hell of a fucking deviance.
He glanced back at Matt, unsure what to say as he gulped nervously.
"I-I..." he began, stumbling over his words. "It came from the announcement... I..." he continued, stuttering as he clawed a hand through his hair. "I think something's happening."
What exactly? Well, that was obvious: Their hosts were under attack.
By whom? The marines? The CIA? The fucking IRS? Whoever it was, they managed to catch the bastards off guard, strike them live on air right in front of everyone.
Did... Did this mean they were being rescued? Had the cavalry finally arrived? Were a bunch of rescue choppers going to show up at any moment, take them all home safe and sound? It all sounded too good to be true, and yet... Fuck, why else would Danny's headquarters start blowing up all of a sudden?
"Holy shit" Shawn gasped, as the reality of it all began to settle in. This was it. Someone was here to save them all from this nightmare. After everything they had been through, all the death and misery, someone was coming to rescue them.
Everyone left was going to survive.
And that thought scared the ever living shit out of him.
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So, Danya had made his announcement - himself and Shawn were probbably up there, and shit happened and blew up. Looks like after... what, eight attempts at this shit, the Marines or the SEALs or whoever were finally on their way to put an end to this! No more lazing about, the crayon-munchers are gonna boot down their door and light the motherfucking room up like the 4th of July, and then they were all going home.
"So, the Army finally got off their ass, huh?" There was a noticable beam in Matthew's voice, stepping towards Shawn and glancing around their little encampment. As OK as this place was to sleep, Matthew figured he'd prefer the warmth of his own actual bed, probably with a warm cat-shaped loaf on top of him. Even then it'd probably take ages to get through the debrief, and well, given he'd killed people maybe he'd have to explain that. But it wasn't like they were just gonna fucking leave people on this island to their own devices.
Hmm. That meant all the killers were gonna just go home. Scot-free. Like they'd never fucking done anything wrong. Like they could pretend to be normal people after this.
Mm.
Absentmindedly, Matthew pulled out his pistol's magazine. One in Karin's head, three in Valentin (god, that had gone totally FUBAR) meant eleven left. Probably. Enough to kill every big player on this island and walk away with spares, assuming he hit the vitals.
"Alright, uh... I dunno about you, Shawn, but if the Army's here, they're gonna be taking everyone home. Even the fucking murderers. Katelyn and Jezzie, Aracelis, all that shit. And I know the smart thing to do is hunker down here and wait to see what the hell's actually going on, but if we're gonna be going home... I wanna make sure that as few of those big murderers as possible get home."
He slammed the magazine back into the gun.
"I get I'm probably being a real dumbass right now. But we know who the big names are, and I wanna wipe as many of those off the board as I can." It was like the Deck of 52, that thing they gave to soldiers during the Iraq War to identify senior Iraqi commanders and politicians. Except a lot smaller, but Deck of 4, Maybe 5 didn't sound any good.
"So, the Army finally got off their ass, huh?" There was a noticable beam in Matthew's voice, stepping towards Shawn and glancing around their little encampment. As OK as this place was to sleep, Matthew figured he'd prefer the warmth of his own actual bed, probably with a warm cat-shaped loaf on top of him. Even then it'd probably take ages to get through the debrief, and well, given he'd killed people maybe he'd have to explain that. But it wasn't like they were just gonna fucking leave people on this island to their own devices.
Hmm. That meant all the killers were gonna just go home. Scot-free. Like they'd never fucking done anything wrong. Like they could pretend to be normal people after this.
Mm.
Absentmindedly, Matthew pulled out his pistol's magazine. One in Karin's head, three in Valentin (god, that had gone totally FUBAR) meant eleven left. Probably. Enough to kill every big player on this island and walk away with spares, assuming he hit the vitals.
"Alright, uh... I dunno about you, Shawn, but if the Army's here, they're gonna be taking everyone home. Even the fucking murderers. Katelyn and Jezzie, Aracelis, all that shit. And I know the smart thing to do is hunker down here and wait to see what the hell's actually going on, but if we're gonna be going home... I wanna make sure that as few of those big murderers as possible get home."
He slammed the magazine back into the gun.
"I get I'm probably being a real dumbass right now. But we know who the big names are, and I wanna wipe as many of those off the board as I can." It was like the Deck of 52, that thing they gave to soldiers during the Iraq War to identify senior Iraqi commanders and politicians. Except a lot smaller, but Deck of 4, Maybe 5 didn't sound any good.
"Y-yeah, haha" Shawn replied with a forced chuckle, a bead of sweat dripping from his brow. "The fucking cavalry's arrived!"
Outwardly, Shawn appeared in high spirits. Nervous and jittery, sure, but mostly relieved to hear that there was potentially a rescue party on the way.
Internally, he was screaming.
If this really was a rescue, then there were a LOT of questions he needed answered. Was the game being streamed live? How many of their activities were being aired for the world to see, not like they could provide a 24 hour feed of everyone on the island all at once... Right?
Did the world already know about the things he's done?
He'd already considered this, of course. Worked out a couple plans in his head for what he'd do when he returned home. Change his name, grow a moustache, maybe see if there's a witness protection program or something for SOTF survivors. Hell, given half a chance he'd even ask Danny if there were any arrangements that could be made. Secure himself a sweet spot in Singapore, get himself as far away from Salem as physically possible.
That was all under the assumption that he was the only survivor, however. If there were others, and they were getting rescued by a third party... Well, that changed everything. What was going to happen once his peers found out about what he'd done? How would Matt react if he finds out about what happened to Bethany, or who was behind all those pit traps? Could he still find himself a quiet spot somewhere if he's just one of thirty-odd survivors?
All these questions and more were running through his head when Matt made his proposal, one that caused Shawn to do a double take.
"W-w-waaaait waitwaitwaitawait, hang on! Hold your fire!" he stuttered, stumbling out in front of Matt. "Let's just... STOP and think about this for a second, alright?"
He wiped his brow, hands all twitchy as he tried to compose himself.
"If there's a rescue underway, and we go around trying to off people... Like, murderers or not, that's gonna reflect pretty badly on us doncha think?"
Shawn couldn't help but take an idle glance at the nearest camera, gulping before looking back at Matt.
"The best thing we can do right now is lay low, and wait until we have a better idea as to what the hell is going on."
Outwardly, Shawn appeared in high spirits. Nervous and jittery, sure, but mostly relieved to hear that there was potentially a rescue party on the way.
Internally, he was screaming.
If this really was a rescue, then there were a LOT of questions he needed answered. Was the game being streamed live? How many of their activities were being aired for the world to see, not like they could provide a 24 hour feed of everyone on the island all at once... Right?
Did the world already know about the things he's done?
He'd already considered this, of course. Worked out a couple plans in his head for what he'd do when he returned home. Change his name, grow a moustache, maybe see if there's a witness protection program or something for SOTF survivors. Hell, given half a chance he'd even ask Danny if there were any arrangements that could be made. Secure himself a sweet spot in Singapore, get himself as far away from Salem as physically possible.
That was all under the assumption that he was the only survivor, however. If there were others, and they were getting rescued by a third party... Well, that changed everything. What was going to happen once his peers found out about what he'd done? How would Matt react if he finds out about what happened to Bethany, or who was behind all those pit traps? Could he still find himself a quiet spot somewhere if he's just one of thirty-odd survivors?
All these questions and more were running through his head when Matt made his proposal, one that caused Shawn to do a double take.
"W-w-waaaait waitwaitwaitawait, hang on! Hold your fire!" he stuttered, stumbling out in front of Matt. "Let's just... STOP and think about this for a second, alright?"
He wiped his brow, hands all twitchy as he tried to compose himself.
"If there's a rescue underway, and we go around trying to off people... Like, murderers or not, that's gonna reflect pretty badly on us doncha think?"
Shawn couldn't help but take an idle glance at the nearest camera, gulping before looking back at Matt.
"The best thing we can do right now is lay low, and wait until we have a better idea as to what the hell is going on."
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Compared to his friend's internal meltdown, Matthew was calm, almost excited. If the explosion was some shit happening to Danya and his terrorist buddies and not just... well, he didn't know exactly what else it could be. Danya accidentally blowing himself up with a grenade or some shit? Some fake explosion played to get their hopes up? He wasn't into all of this shit like some people were, so Matthew didn't really know what kinda shit had been done beforehand, but even then... he didn't think that Danya would pull that kinda shit just for fun.
So, the only question now was if Danya was actually getting attacked by boots on the ground, or if the Army'd just sent some drones to blow him out of the water. Or land, who knew where the fuck he was. Because if there were people on the ground making a direct assault, they'd probably get out sooner rather than later, maybe even today. But if it was just drones or something, then it might take a little longer. Depended where the hell they were, anyway. Somewhere cold, and there were all those Swedish or Norwegian or whatever signs on the wall. Hell, maybe it wasn't even the US Army, it was the Norwegians or NATO or some shit.
"Yeah, I know you're right. Just... after all of this, all the shit we've gone through, feels weird to just sit on our ass and wait to see what's happening... hey, before the explosion, who was on the announcements? I imagine our two friends yesterday were on there, but anyone else of note?"
So, the only question now was if Danya was actually getting attacked by boots on the ground, or if the Army'd just sent some drones to blow him out of the water. Or land, who knew where the fuck he was. Because if there were people on the ground making a direct assault, they'd probably get out sooner rather than later, maybe even today. But if it was just drones or something, then it might take a little longer. Depended where the hell they were, anyway. Somewhere cold, and there were all those Swedish or Norwegian or whatever signs on the wall. Hell, maybe it wasn't even the US Army, it was the Norwegians or NATO or some shit.
"Yeah, I know you're right. Just... after all of this, all the shit we've gone through, feels weird to just sit on our ass and wait to see what's happening... hey, before the explosion, who was on the announcements? I imagine our two friends yesterday were on there, but anyone else of note?"
"I know, man. It's..." Shawn began, faltering for a moment before letting Matt change the subject all on his own.
He let out a deep exhale, running a hand through his greasy hair as he thought back. In all the excitement, he almost forgot about the rest of the announcement. All seemed kinda irrelevant now, what with their potential rescue on the horizon.
"Aw geeze, uhh... Dick 'n' Darryl got merked, Kitty iced 'em both with a grenade from the sound of it. Salem and Jezzie snagged another kill apiece, Adam and... Kathleen, I think? Then a couple girls went and got their collars blown, Dawn and... Fuck, what was her name again?"
He snapped his fingers a couple times. "Fuckin' whatshername, the Satanist chick... Larsen, I think? That's about it as far as deaths go."
Shawn paused for a moment to scratch his nose, still buzzing after that morning's reveal before remembering one other thing.
"Oh, and Kitty won the BKA... Again... Suppose we could go after her, but she's heading to the research station and that entire area's now off-limits."
He let out a deep exhale, running a hand through his greasy hair as he thought back. In all the excitement, he almost forgot about the rest of the announcement. All seemed kinda irrelevant now, what with their potential rescue on the horizon.
"Aw geeze, uhh... Dick 'n' Darryl got merked, Kitty iced 'em both with a grenade from the sound of it. Salem and Jezzie snagged another kill apiece, Adam and... Kathleen, I think? Then a couple girls went and got their collars blown, Dawn and... Fuck, what was her name again?"
He snapped his fingers a couple times. "Fuckin' whatshername, the Satanist chick... Larsen, I think? That's about it as far as deaths go."
Shawn paused for a moment to scratch his nose, still buzzing after that morning's reveal before remembering one other thing.
"Oh, and Kitty won the BKA... Again... Suppose we could go after her, but she's heading to the research station and that entire area's now off-limits."
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So after blowing both Dick and Darryl up, Katelyn wasted another grenade on them? How many of those did she have, anyway? Matthew couldn't imagine they'd given her many, because if someone could just run around blowing everything they saw up with an explosive that didn't sound fair at all, so actually now he thought about it, yeah, Danya would totally give her a fuckton of grenades to blow everyone up with. And now they were giving her something else. Wonderful. Fucking wonderful.
"So, Satanist and Dawn got their collars popped. Honestly I thought Dawn was already dead..." Letting out a quiet laugh and wincing at the pain it sent up his to-be-scar, Matthew scratched at the back of his head. God, how long had it been since he'd shaved, or taken a shower, or did anything other than sleep in a shithole like this? This place fucking sucked.
"I think... at this point, we'd need to snipe her. So we either need to find someone with a sniper and take it from them, or pray that we find a dead body that just so happens to have one on 'em." The former was a lot more appealing, given that they already knew one: Fitz. All they needed to do was link back up with him and, well... relieve him of his duty. He'd written them off, but Shawn would have mentioned them... "Although, really, I think trying to upgrade our arsenal should be a priority anyway. We don't have shit for longer range, and ideally I'd like us to both have a big gun and a sidearm."
If they were gonna take on the big players, they'd need more than a pistol and shotgun.
"So, Satanist and Dawn got their collars popped. Honestly I thought Dawn was already dead..." Letting out a quiet laugh and wincing at the pain it sent up his to-be-scar, Matthew scratched at the back of his head. God, how long had it been since he'd shaved, or taken a shower, or did anything other than sleep in a shithole like this? This place fucking sucked.
"I think... at this point, we'd need to snipe her. So we either need to find someone with a sniper and take it from them, or pray that we find a dead body that just so happens to have one on 'em." The former was a lot more appealing, given that they already knew one: Fitz. All they needed to do was link back up with him and, well... relieve him of his duty. He'd written them off, but Shawn would have mentioned them... "Although, really, I think trying to upgrade our arsenal should be a priority anyway. We don't have shit for longer range, and ideally I'd like us to both have a big gun and a sidearm."
If they were gonna take on the big players, they'd need more than a pistol and shotgun.
"Right, right... Right" Shawn replied, shotgun hanging limply in his grip as he took a couple steps back, rubbing his brow as he took a moment to think things through.
Matt's suggestion was sound, insofar as in-game strategies went. The only issue was that they still didn't have any fuckin' idea what the hell was going on with that explosion. A part of him had hoped that another announcement would play out, provide a bit more clarity as to what that was all about. Instead they were left on the edge of their seats, unsure whether or not escape was on the horizon. Could they really just go back to playing when a rescue chopper could arrive at any moment?
What else could that explosion have been? An accident? Rebellion? A fake-out meant to throw everyone off? No, probably not that, what the hell would Danny have to gain from pretending to show weakness? Whatever the case, right now none of them had any idea what was going to happen next. Who knows, maybe the cavalry wasn't coming after all.
Which would be a bad thing, obviously.
"Okay... First things first, I think our biggest priority right now is figuring out what the hell is going on out there. If there's a rescue underway, the last thing I want is for either of us to miss the boat."
He grit his teeth for a moment, giving it some thought before glancing up at the mountain hidden behind the treeline. "If there's been a big explosion... Then maybe there's a smoke trail somewhere, clue us into where the announcements are taking place? That might give us a better idea as to what's going on out there..." he continued, rubbing his unshaven chin. "Might get a good view further up on the mountain... Or down by the coast, maybe?"
Shawn thought for a moment. "Wait, no, the coast is a dangerzone right? Fuck... Okay, the town is by the sea as well, right? They've gotta have a pier or something down there, surely?"
Matt's suggestion was sound, insofar as in-game strategies went. The only issue was that they still didn't have any fuckin' idea what the hell was going on with that explosion. A part of him had hoped that another announcement would play out, provide a bit more clarity as to what that was all about. Instead they were left on the edge of their seats, unsure whether or not escape was on the horizon. Could they really just go back to playing when a rescue chopper could arrive at any moment?
What else could that explosion have been? An accident? Rebellion? A fake-out meant to throw everyone off? No, probably not that, what the hell would Danny have to gain from pretending to show weakness? Whatever the case, right now none of them had any idea what was going to happen next. Who knows, maybe the cavalry wasn't coming after all.
Which would be a bad thing, obviously.
"Okay... First things first, I think our biggest priority right now is figuring out what the hell is going on out there. If there's a rescue underway, the last thing I want is for either of us to miss the boat."
He grit his teeth for a moment, giving it some thought before glancing up at the mountain hidden behind the treeline. "If there's been a big explosion... Then maybe there's a smoke trail somewhere, clue us into where the announcements are taking place? That might give us a better idea as to what's going on out there..." he continued, rubbing his unshaven chin. "Might get a good view further up on the mountain... Or down by the coast, maybe?"
Shawn thought for a moment. "Wait, no, the coast is a dangerzone right? Fuck... Okay, the town is by the sea as well, right? They've gotta have a pier or something down there, surely?"
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Shawn had some good ideas in regards to where to go, but Matthew couldn't help but find a way to poke holes in all of them.
"Don't think they're on this island, that would be... borderline suicidal. One kid waltzes in with an automatic and half of them are dead before Danya can blow their collar. They're probably broadcasting from somewhere else, uhh... I dunno. Boat maybe? Another island near here?" As Matthew spoke, he pulled out the map, laying it flat on the ground for them to see.
"Town, maybe. I didn't see any harbour stuff there, but they had to get stuff off this island somehow, yeah? I don't think they had an airport either, we'd have seen an air traffic tower somewhere on the island, and this place is craggy as hell. Might be hard to make a strip. But... there is a crashed plane near the coast, little four-seater. Might mean there was a strip somewhere." You know, once he got outta here, Matthew was gonna have to take a look online to see what he could find about this place. Fill in a few of the gaps.
"So, I guess... yeah, we can head to town, see if there's any port infrastructure there that the Navy might come in through. Maybe up the mountain, see if anything blew up - but I doubt it." Pointing the two locations out on the map, he quickly added, "Although if they're gonna be landing helicopters I dunno if any of that matters. Maybe they'd hijack the loudspeakers."
"Don't think they're on this island, that would be... borderline suicidal. One kid waltzes in with an automatic and half of them are dead before Danya can blow their collar. They're probably broadcasting from somewhere else, uhh... I dunno. Boat maybe? Another island near here?" As Matthew spoke, he pulled out the map, laying it flat on the ground for them to see.
"Town, maybe. I didn't see any harbour stuff there, but they had to get stuff off this island somehow, yeah? I don't think they had an airport either, we'd have seen an air traffic tower somewhere on the island, and this place is craggy as hell. Might be hard to make a strip. But... there is a crashed plane near the coast, little four-seater. Might mean there was a strip somewhere." You know, once he got outta here, Matthew was gonna have to take a look online to see what he could find about this place. Fill in a few of the gaps.
"So, I guess... yeah, we can head to town, see if there's any port infrastructure there that the Navy might come in through. Maybe up the mountain, see if anything blew up - but I doubt it." Pointing the two locations out on the map, he quickly added, "Although if they're gonna be landing helicopters I dunno if any of that matters. Maybe they'd hijack the loudspeakers."
"MMm, that's what I figured, yeah..." Shawn replied, nodding his head as he glanced over the map.
It hadn't actually occurred to him that they could have a secret base somewhere on the island, though as Matt pointed out it'd be difficult to keep a thing like that under wraps. Would make it a helluva lot easier for them to manage things though, and given the resources at their disposal he doubted some wannabe Rambo with a death wish could pose much of a threat. Only question was where the hell would they be able to set up shop if that were the case? Probably somewhere hidden away, where it would be difficult if not impossible to access without the right know-how...
His eyebrows furrowed. There was one place that sprung to mind, a mysterious location that had lingered at the back of his head for a while now. Could that be where they were hiding?
He shoved the thought aside for now, keeping it to himself as he focused on the task at hand.
"Okay... I say we head to town then, see if we can spot any smoke trails or rescue choppers on the horizon" he said, checking that his shotgun was fully loaded before pulling his bag up over his shoulders, quickly making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind.
"Ready whenever you are, chief."
It hadn't actually occurred to him that they could have a secret base somewhere on the island, though as Matt pointed out it'd be difficult to keep a thing like that under wraps. Would make it a helluva lot easier for them to manage things though, and given the resources at their disposal he doubted some wannabe Rambo with a death wish could pose much of a threat. Only question was where the hell would they be able to set up shop if that were the case? Probably somewhere hidden away, where it would be difficult if not impossible to access without the right know-how...
His eyebrows furrowed. There was one place that sprung to mind, a mysterious location that had lingered at the back of his head for a while now. Could that be where they were hiding?
He shoved the thought aside for now, keeping it to himself as he focused on the task at hand.
"Okay... I say we head to town then, see if we can spot any smoke trails or rescue choppers on the horizon" he said, checking that his shotgun was fully loaded before pulling his bag up over his shoulders, quickly making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind.
"Ready whenever you are, chief."
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"Town. Alright." To be honest, Matthew was just looking forwards to getting out of the cold and into somewhere that was warm. If the military was coming to get them, they'd certainly broadcast their arrival in a way that nobody was gonna be missing except if they were blind and deaf. Shit, maybe they'd do a flyby over the island with fighter jets, let everyone know the sleeping eagle had woken.
Folding up his map after quickly making a mental map of the path they'd choose, Matthew shoved it into his bag, along with the rest of his stuff. It was sorta starting to get a little empty - he wasn't, like, Jack-level just yet, but he just kinda... felt that it was a little empty. Maybe he should have made a better effort to start looting people for their food and water instead, or maybe that was the thing here; he'd had so much, what with all the bodies he'd looted, that it felt weird to return to a normal level. After having plenty, having enough felt like nothing. He'd live, but... well, if only they'd had the chance to loot the duo they gunned down.
"Alright, uh, I'll take point." Given how many times he'd traipsed through this forest, going one way or the other, it wasn't hard to find the road to town.
((Matthew Bell and Shawn Bellamy continued in HBIC))
Folding up his map after quickly making a mental map of the path they'd choose, Matthew shoved it into his bag, along with the rest of his stuff. It was sorta starting to get a little empty - he wasn't, like, Jack-level just yet, but he just kinda... felt that it was a little empty. Maybe he should have made a better effort to start looting people for their food and water instead, or maybe that was the thing here; he'd had so much, what with all the bodies he'd looted, that it felt weird to return to a normal level. After having plenty, having enough felt like nothing. He'd live, but... well, if only they'd had the chance to loot the duo they gunned down.
"Alright, uh, I'll take point." Given how many times he'd traipsed through this forest, going one way or the other, it wasn't hard to find the road to town.
((Matthew Bell and Shawn Bellamy continued in HBIC))