Survival Of The Fittest

since we talked alone...

Marie bit her lip. She had a feeling about those caves, and it wasn't a nice one. Most of the time she would ignore the feeling, go against herself, and screw up. This time, screwing up meant death, so she started to take those hunches seriously.

come angels of unknown...

"I... don't think the caves sound good to me. Gives me the heebie-jeebies. I did see a group on the hill. No one in a wheel chair, but maybe it's best if I went with them. Umm, it was really nice meeting you, Adam. Even if it was in the buff in such a horrible game."

come angels of unknown...

((Continued on the Hill))

Adam watched as the girl made her way out of the bathroom rather quickly. As she left, he sighed with relief. As nice a girl as she had seemed, it had been an increasingly awkward conversation. He was almost glad that she was gone. He wasn't usually comfortable with being naked in front of people, and this was no exception. His life may be on the line, but Adam was going to be damned before he'd be embarrassed. Raising his shotgun, he grabbed his pack. It was time to leave this place, bathrooms were generally hot spots for people, and if some fun-loving psychopath decided that they wanted to take a bowel movement, Adam was certain that they wouldn't hesitate to try and kill him before they did.

As he stepped out into the rain, he felt a sense of tranquility that he hadn't felt in awhile. The shower, if it had done nothing else, had calmed him down. It was now time to try and find Andrew Lipson.

((Continued in: I've stared straight into the sun...))