Schoolhouse Rock [[CONTENT WARNING]]
Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2019 4:56 am
((Continued from To Awake and Avenge the Dead))
At least it isn't raining...
Since she'd left the park, Sera Wingfield had walked along in complete and utter silence with her companions. It was almost awkward to walk all this way without saying a word, but really, she didn't know what to say. She hadn't attended school with either of the two people currently in her company, so it wasn't like they could chat about the good ole' days or anything of that nature. In fact, the only things that all three of them had in common were that they had all been uprooted from normal lives and thrown into this game and that they had all witnessed the death of mutual acquaintance Kevin Kapustiak at the hands of Matt's friend Rob... who had long since disappeared.
All in all, none of those topics made for very interesting conversation pieces. She just dragged along, trying not to look down at her feet as she walked. She wasn't a shy person by any means, she never had been, and she just thought it really unbecoming of a lady to stare at her feet. After all, it gave off the impression that you had no self-confidence, which couldn't have been more far from the truth when it came to Sera Wingfield. Then again, what did it really matter anymore? What was the point in caring how you presented yourself, or what somebody thought about you? They were all going to die anyway.
Sera had become so resigned to her fate over the past week on the island that everything she did seemed so trivial and insignificant by comparison. In a way, she felt like she should be competing more actively. Still, maybe her current gameplan was the best one. If she could lay low until the very end of the game -- and although it wasn't coming quick enough, it was drawing nearer by the second -- then she could conserve her ammunition and her energy long enough to persevere in the end. At least, that seemed like the best course of action.
I have to survive... and I'll do whatever it takes to do that. I'll lie, I'll deceive... it doesn't matter what I have to do to make it to the end... I'm willing to do anything... ANYTHING. I'm too good to die in a shithole like this. I won't let some pigheaded man take me down when I've come this far... and I'm definitely not going to let some psychotic deranged girl get the best of me. I haven't spent a week on this god foresaken island just to die like that. If I go out, I want to go out with a bang, at the very least... but most of all... most of all... I just want to go home.
She quickly snapped out of her reverie. The last thing she wanted to happen in this game was to be caught offguard because she was daydreaming or lost in thought. Still, she couldn't help but drift back into her own thoughts as they continued through the more urban part of the island and toward the schoolhouse. The silence between the three wasn't helping matters any. She wasn't completely sure what Matt had hoped to find at the school building. At this point, she didn't really care. The fact of the matter was that she felt more comfortable in the company of a man than she had with just Jana.
Granted, he had killed her other companion, even though he hadn't actually been the one to put the gun to the back of Kevin's head and pull the trigger. Still, in a roundabout way, he had been partially responsible for Kevin's death. Then again, using that same logic, so had she. She had stood by idly and watched, not lifted a finger to help. For that matter, she'd seen Rob grab the discarded gun and not even bothered to so much as shout for Kevin to look out. You reap what you sew, she was a firm believer of that, and Kevin had sealed his own fate when he'd challenged the two to a brawl.
Really, she couldn't say that she blamed Matt for accepting Kevin's terms. She should've been offended that Kevin had apparently offered her up on a silver platter as the prize for winning the duel, but she didn't really care. For that matter, she'd gone along with it, if only for her own personal amusement. Kevin had picked his fight without knowing his opponent, which is, supposedly, something that every warrior -- even the modern day kind -- was supposed to know was a very bad idea. Even she knew that. You don't challenge people to a fight when you know nothing about them. He'd named his opponent, and when you name an opponent and charge, you automatically put your life in danger.
At least, that was how she looked at it.
Kevin... it was unfortunate, but Kevin had put himself in danger, and Kevin had paid the ultimate price for that. Maybe that was why she felt no sympathy for the fact that he was now dead. Or maybe, it was because she just genuinely didn't care about anyone but herself. Either way, it didn't really matter anymore. No matter how many times she replayed the events that had unfolded at the park in her head, the outcome would never changed. It had already unfolded, it was over with, and now, she just had to work with the outcome that had resulted from the encounter.
Her thoughts turned back toward the school. She wasn't sure where they were going, really, or what they were looking for, but she had three things on her mind at this precise moment in time. First and foremost, she wanted food. She'd nibbled off and on on the rations that they'd been issued nearly a week ago, but really, Sera just wanted to sit down and have something to eat. Secondly, she wanted to head into those nasty, dirty locker rooms that she wouldn't have dreamed of ever touching under normal circumstances, and she wanted to take a nice, long shower. It didn't matter if there was no electric and the water was freezing cold, she just desperately wanted a shower. Third, but perhaps most importantly, Sera wanted sleep.
So long as at least two of them stood guard at a time, or the somehow managed to find a place they could barricade themselves in, it'd work out. She trusted Jana not to kill her in her sleep, for whatever reason. Jana hadn't done anything to gain any sort of distrust since Sera had been with her. She also trusted Jana enough that she knew Jana'd make sure Matt (or his friend, if he ever returned) didn't have any ill intentions once she fell asleep. It was way too far into the game for underhanded tactics like that anyway. She genuinely believed that if Matt and Rob had wanted to kill them, they would've done it the moment after they'd shot Kevin.
Finally, the school came into view. Sera breathed a sigh of relief, but stopped short when she caught a full-glimpse of the school... or rather, half of it. A concerned look spread across her delicate features as she looked at the shell of a school building, but then turned to a look of mild amusement and surprise. She certainly hadn't been expecting to find half the school blown apart. Silently, she wondered if the terrorists had really issued somebody a weapon powerful enough to blow up half the school. If they hadn't, then what on earth had happened that had caused such a drastic thing to occur? She turned back to her companions and shook her head in mild amusement.
"Well, what now?" she inquired.
At least it isn't raining...
Since she'd left the park, Sera Wingfield had walked along in complete and utter silence with her companions. It was almost awkward to walk all this way without saying a word, but really, she didn't know what to say. She hadn't attended school with either of the two people currently in her company, so it wasn't like they could chat about the good ole' days or anything of that nature. In fact, the only things that all three of them had in common were that they had all been uprooted from normal lives and thrown into this game and that they had all witnessed the death of mutual acquaintance Kevin Kapustiak at the hands of Matt's friend Rob... who had long since disappeared.
All in all, none of those topics made for very interesting conversation pieces. She just dragged along, trying not to look down at her feet as she walked. She wasn't a shy person by any means, she never had been, and she just thought it really unbecoming of a lady to stare at her feet. After all, it gave off the impression that you had no self-confidence, which couldn't have been more far from the truth when it came to Sera Wingfield. Then again, what did it really matter anymore? What was the point in caring how you presented yourself, or what somebody thought about you? They were all going to die anyway.
Sera had become so resigned to her fate over the past week on the island that everything she did seemed so trivial and insignificant by comparison. In a way, she felt like she should be competing more actively. Still, maybe her current gameplan was the best one. If she could lay low until the very end of the game -- and although it wasn't coming quick enough, it was drawing nearer by the second -- then she could conserve her ammunition and her energy long enough to persevere in the end. At least, that seemed like the best course of action.
I have to survive... and I'll do whatever it takes to do that. I'll lie, I'll deceive... it doesn't matter what I have to do to make it to the end... I'm willing to do anything... ANYTHING. I'm too good to die in a shithole like this. I won't let some pigheaded man take me down when I've come this far... and I'm definitely not going to let some psychotic deranged girl get the best of me. I haven't spent a week on this god foresaken island just to die like that. If I go out, I want to go out with a bang, at the very least... but most of all... most of all... I just want to go home.
She quickly snapped out of her reverie. The last thing she wanted to happen in this game was to be caught offguard because she was daydreaming or lost in thought. Still, she couldn't help but drift back into her own thoughts as they continued through the more urban part of the island and toward the schoolhouse. The silence between the three wasn't helping matters any. She wasn't completely sure what Matt had hoped to find at the school building. At this point, she didn't really care. The fact of the matter was that she felt more comfortable in the company of a man than she had with just Jana.
Granted, he had killed her other companion, even though he hadn't actually been the one to put the gun to the back of Kevin's head and pull the trigger. Still, in a roundabout way, he had been partially responsible for Kevin's death. Then again, using that same logic, so had she. She had stood by idly and watched, not lifted a finger to help. For that matter, she'd seen Rob grab the discarded gun and not even bothered to so much as shout for Kevin to look out. You reap what you sew, she was a firm believer of that, and Kevin had sealed his own fate when he'd challenged the two to a brawl.
Really, she couldn't say that she blamed Matt for accepting Kevin's terms. She should've been offended that Kevin had apparently offered her up on a silver platter as the prize for winning the duel, but she didn't really care. For that matter, she'd gone along with it, if only for her own personal amusement. Kevin had picked his fight without knowing his opponent, which is, supposedly, something that every warrior -- even the modern day kind -- was supposed to know was a very bad idea. Even she knew that. You don't challenge people to a fight when you know nothing about them. He'd named his opponent, and when you name an opponent and charge, you automatically put your life in danger.
At least, that was how she looked at it.
Kevin... it was unfortunate, but Kevin had put himself in danger, and Kevin had paid the ultimate price for that. Maybe that was why she felt no sympathy for the fact that he was now dead. Or maybe, it was because she just genuinely didn't care about anyone but herself. Either way, it didn't really matter anymore. No matter how many times she replayed the events that had unfolded at the park in her head, the outcome would never changed. It had already unfolded, it was over with, and now, she just had to work with the outcome that had resulted from the encounter.
Her thoughts turned back toward the school. She wasn't sure where they were going, really, or what they were looking for, but she had three things on her mind at this precise moment in time. First and foremost, she wanted food. She'd nibbled off and on on the rations that they'd been issued nearly a week ago, but really, Sera just wanted to sit down and have something to eat. Secondly, she wanted to head into those nasty, dirty locker rooms that she wouldn't have dreamed of ever touching under normal circumstances, and she wanted to take a nice, long shower. It didn't matter if there was no electric and the water was freezing cold, she just desperately wanted a shower. Third, but perhaps most importantly, Sera wanted sleep.
So long as at least two of them stood guard at a time, or the somehow managed to find a place they could barricade themselves in, it'd work out. She trusted Jana not to kill her in her sleep, for whatever reason. Jana hadn't done anything to gain any sort of distrust since Sera had been with her. She also trusted Jana enough that she knew Jana'd make sure Matt (or his friend, if he ever returned) didn't have any ill intentions once she fell asleep. It was way too far into the game for underhanded tactics like that anyway. She genuinely believed that if Matt and Rob had wanted to kill them, they would've done it the moment after they'd shot Kevin.
Finally, the school came into view. Sera breathed a sigh of relief, but stopped short when she caught a full-glimpse of the school... or rather, half of it. A concerned look spread across her delicate features as she looked at the shell of a school building, but then turned to a look of mild amusement and surprise. She certainly hadn't been expecting to find half the school blown apart. Silently, she wondered if the terrorists had really issued somebody a weapon powerful enough to blow up half the school. If they hadn't, then what on earth had happened that had caused such a drastic thing to occur? She turned back to her companions and shook her head in mild amusement.
"Well, what now?" she inquired.