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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 11:44 pm
((Alba Reyes continued from If You Don't Like What We Say, Try Living Here a Couple Days))
Alba rubbed the sleeve of her hoodie across her eyes. It was morning, and even though she had been awake for a few hours, she was exhausted. She had spent most of yesterday wandering the staff area of the island, hoping to find some sign of Brendan and Fiyori. By the time the sun set, she knew she'd have to try again later. She wanted to keep going, even if it meant stumbling around in the dark to find them. But she couldn't stand much longer, and she felt like collapsing into a puddle. With that, she locked herself in one of the dorms.
She spent some time going through Kaitlyn's bag. Aside from the uzi, there was also a mine and instructions inside. Alba wasn't sure if she could blow someone up, but then again, she didn't think she could shoot someone to death either. She left it in Kaitlyn's bag with the uzi. She munched on some bread, then curled up on the old bed, hoping to just sleep off the exhaustion from this horrible day.
That, it turned out, was much easier said than done. Alba had trouble getting comfortable, constantly turning and rolling over in bed. She tried numerous times to get comfortable and fall asleep, but she couldn't. The image of Kaitlyn getting hit with bullets played over and over in her mind, coupled with the crazy expression as she pursued her out of the cave. She had no idea how much sleep she got that night, but she had a good idea: not enough.
Alba was finally in a bit of a sleep when the announcements came on. Alba braced herself for the line about Kaitlyn. She felt sick when they announced Kaitlyn's death. All they said was that Kaitlyn played a game and lost. They didn't say Kaitlyn started the game nor that Alba shot back in defense. People would be coming for Alba based on this line, she knew it. Well, maybe they'd give her a chance to explain herself, but Alba knew they wouldn't be as tolerant as she had been.
Other than that, a bunch of known killers had died, most notably Isabel Ramirez. Alba wasn't sure she could be too happy about that, especially since a few people died to take her down and at least three were credited for the kill. The asylum was also sealed off, since she had no idea if she could get inside without triggering the exterior DZ. That left two-thirds of the island to search. There were parts of the staff area she hadn't checked yet, so she decided to go explore those.
Which is how she ended up outside the radio tower. This was the place they were supposed to go to find a way off the island, but they never did. She had left that CD in the gym for Bryony. Was Bryony still here after a few days?
Wait, this was a Danger Zone, so she'd have left if she did come here. Oh, but maybe she came back.
Alba walked towards the tower. There were bodies outside, but she turned away. They didn't look like anyone she knew, and they were both starting to smell. As she got closer, she could have sworn she heard music playing. That shouldn't be possible since there was no electricity here, and it didn't sound like a person singing a capella. However, she soon recognized the beat, and her eyes widened.
"Bryony?" she muttered.
Alba ran into the tower, keeping the rifle leveled in case there was any trouble. When she did, she found the tower was completely deserted, but the music was still playing. She walked into the room it sounded like the music was coming from, but soon found nothing. She slowly walked around, trying to figure out where the Jennifer Lopez music was coming from. As she did, she kicked something, causing the music to skip. She jumped in place a bit, but the music kept playing. She knelt down and pulled the vines off.
To her surprise, it was a CD player. It had been brought to the tower, someone put Jenny from the Block in, and blared it. Alba closed her eyes and sighed. It wasn't Bryony, nor was it Brendan nor anyone else she'd like to see right now. It didn't mean anything at all. All it meant was that someone wanted to leave the song playing.
Alba pressed the stop button on the CD player, then stepped to the side. She leaned against the control panel and sighed, shaking her head.
"It's no help," she said. "No help at all."
Alba began to hum to herself. Sadly, it was Jenny from the Block, which only made her feelings of disappointment grow.
Alba rubbed the sleeve of her hoodie across her eyes. It was morning, and even though she had been awake for a few hours, she was exhausted. She had spent most of yesterday wandering the staff area of the island, hoping to find some sign of Brendan and Fiyori. By the time the sun set, she knew she'd have to try again later. She wanted to keep going, even if it meant stumbling around in the dark to find them. But she couldn't stand much longer, and she felt like collapsing into a puddle. With that, she locked herself in one of the dorms.
She spent some time going through Kaitlyn's bag. Aside from the uzi, there was also a mine and instructions inside. Alba wasn't sure if she could blow someone up, but then again, she didn't think she could shoot someone to death either. She left it in Kaitlyn's bag with the uzi. She munched on some bread, then curled up on the old bed, hoping to just sleep off the exhaustion from this horrible day.
That, it turned out, was much easier said than done. Alba had trouble getting comfortable, constantly turning and rolling over in bed. She tried numerous times to get comfortable and fall asleep, but she couldn't. The image of Kaitlyn getting hit with bullets played over and over in her mind, coupled with the crazy expression as she pursued her out of the cave. She had no idea how much sleep she got that night, but she had a good idea: not enough.
Alba was finally in a bit of a sleep when the announcements came on. Alba braced herself for the line about Kaitlyn. She felt sick when they announced Kaitlyn's death. All they said was that Kaitlyn played a game and lost. They didn't say Kaitlyn started the game nor that Alba shot back in defense. People would be coming for Alba based on this line, she knew it. Well, maybe they'd give her a chance to explain herself, but Alba knew they wouldn't be as tolerant as she had been.
Other than that, a bunch of known killers had died, most notably Isabel Ramirez. Alba wasn't sure she could be too happy about that, especially since a few people died to take her down and at least three were credited for the kill. The asylum was also sealed off, since she had no idea if she could get inside without triggering the exterior DZ. That left two-thirds of the island to search. There were parts of the staff area she hadn't checked yet, so she decided to go explore those.
Which is how she ended up outside the radio tower. This was the place they were supposed to go to find a way off the island, but they never did. She had left that CD in the gym for Bryony. Was Bryony still here after a few days?
Wait, this was a Danger Zone, so she'd have left if she did come here. Oh, but maybe she came back.
Alba walked towards the tower. There were bodies outside, but she turned away. They didn't look like anyone she knew, and they were both starting to smell. As she got closer, she could have sworn she heard music playing. That shouldn't be possible since there was no electricity here, and it didn't sound like a person singing a capella. However, she soon recognized the beat, and her eyes widened.
"Bryony?" she muttered.
Alba ran into the tower, keeping the rifle leveled in case there was any trouble. When she did, she found the tower was completely deserted, but the music was still playing. She walked into the room it sounded like the music was coming from, but soon found nothing. She slowly walked around, trying to figure out where the Jennifer Lopez music was coming from. As she did, she kicked something, causing the music to skip. She jumped in place a bit, but the music kept playing. She knelt down and pulled the vines off.
To her surprise, it was a CD player. It had been brought to the tower, someone put Jenny from the Block in, and blared it. Alba closed her eyes and sighed. It wasn't Bryony, nor was it Brendan nor anyone else she'd like to see right now. It didn't mean anything at all. All it meant was that someone wanted to leave the song playing.
Alba pressed the stop button on the CD player, then stepped to the side. She leaned against the control panel and sighed, shaking her head.
"It's no help," she said. "No help at all."
Alba began to hum to herself. Sadly, it was Jenny from the Block, which only made her feelings of disappointment grow.