Survival Of The Fittest

He simply kept walking yes he heard the pebble but he was done with her,she would bleed to death no doubt thats if she was lucky enough to avoid the other players.Maybe she would get raped or tortured? maybe someone would take care of her and protect her..Maybe she would die before she bumped into anyone else.She was out of his concern now,she was going nowhere fast without the use of her legs.He should have felt some remorse or guilt or something but he only felt the samething he had felt when he had gotten rid of that corpse.The feeling that he should be feeling something but he never did,he had an empty space in his mind were an emotion should have been.

"Think about what youve done and do whatever you need to do to end youre pain..Maybe you could drown youreself if youre lucky eh?" he would ask as he diseppeared off the shore and into the brush heading back towards the small house and his friend,his still breathing only ally.

((Continued in: Travelling Circus))

Seeing that her pebble had no effect, Elise rolled back over onto her front, groaning. Her shoulder seemed to be OK, still bleeding but not so much for it to be life threatening. Her leg was her main concern. She had to get out of here, surely her screams of pain and Peri's gunshots had attracted someone's attention. Without a bag or a gun, she was pretty much helpless, but she had to be helpless elsewhere.

She was focused enough now to sit up properly, although she did so gingerly, as the leg was still painful. She managed to tear some fabric off from her shirt and tied it around her leg. Not hygenic, and not the best of dressing, but for now it would do. She moved her hand down her leg to inspect the damage, and came across something in her pocket. A piece of paper... she pulled it out. Her map! She had forgotten that she had put it there last time to save her from getting it out of her rucksack again and again under Peri's orders. Well, that was one blessing, but she had no food, no water, no weapon, and her leg would be infected, or worse, if she didn't tend to it soon. Unfolding her map, she quickly scanned it, and came across the words 'makeshift hospital'.

She slowly got up and tested how well her leg would walk. Not bad, considering the damage it had endured, but not well. She was in no position to run, or walk fast for that matter. Regardless, she limped on, hoping against hope not to meet anyone on the way, and began her journey to the makeshift hospital.

((Carried on inMakeshift Hospital, quite obviously))