Survival Of The Fittest

Letitia raised an eyebrow as Fey responded to her demand. Annoyingly, her response wasn't to just give her the damn bag and then fuck off into the ether. It was to piss off Letitia even more.

"Wow. Now you're seven feet deep."

Letitia moved closer, keeping the rifle aimed squarely at Fey's chest.

"Look, I'm sure your single black friend appreciated you marching and maybe you got a few extra likes on Twitter for it, but frankly, I don't give a shit."

Letitia glared at the girl.

"You want to know why I killed Joan? Because she tried to surprise and attack me and some other guys. I was going to let her go in exchange for a bottle of water, but she decided to fuck around and find out. That's why her name ended up on the announcements.

Maybe that wasn't wholly truthful, but Fey needed to get the point sooner. Otherwise Letitia would have to add another kill to her name.

"I'll give you ten seconds to decide if you're going to be on tomorrow's."

Oh Leticia.

"You keep on digging. You've proved MY point. Bitch. You're a fucking killer. That's your whole thing. Guess a thief too. I'm killing NOBODY. Who you think's better?"

There was only one answer to that. All the last few days, what almost maybe a week. Fey had done nothing here but freak out and wanter and get all sobtastic about dying here and wanting to die and wanting to get blitzed.

And that made her the single best person here.

And made her want to live just a little bit longer. Which seeing how Leticia was really getting antsy, OK, maybe time to let this go.

So Fey stopped with the glare and dropped her eyes.

"I don't need no fucking bag," she muttered.

And she walked off. Slowly. Sloooowly...

But then fuckit, she turned back.

"Black bitch!"

And she ran.

By the time she was out of Leticia's sight she was laughing.

Was the truth, wasn't it? Leticia was black. And she was a bitch.

Fey was off in search of snow and the new day.

(Fey Zelenka-Morrison continued elsewhere)

Ok good. Fey was going to leave a bag and fuck off. Letitia had successfully robbed the girl without getting any-

Black bitch!

Fey ran away. Letitia kept the gun aimed at the girl, but she didn't bother pulling the trigger.

"My ammo's too good for that cunt," she muttered to herself.

Letitia walked over and picked up Fey's bag.

"Alright," she said to herself. "Let's see what we got."

Letitia walked the opposite way out of the graveyard. This robbery just bought her a few more days on this island and ensured that trash would die sooner. All in all, it was a good day for her.

((Letitia May continued elsewhere))