Dylan stumbled through the forest. The thoughts of him and his best friend Farley (Boy #12 - Dead) flashed through his mind. It was painful to think about, really. His stomach was grumbling...not because he was hungry, although he was, rather because he was feeling sick because of Farley. The idea that he was gone was almost impossible to Dylan. He had saved him, and now he was gone.
That's when the rain started. It came initially in small drops, just a little shower, but then it started to pour. The rain felt heavy and it slowed him down. Dylan felt like the rain kind of reflected his emotions, because they came pouring out at the same time.
Dylan fell to the ground with tears dripping down his face. He began to wail. He couldn't control it. He was trapped in a game where his classmates were forced to kill each other, and some random girl ran in and killed his best friend.
Dammit dammit dammit. Dylan thought to himself. Keep it together, goddammit. Wait, what's the point. No one's watching.
More tears.
This fucking Program ripped me and my best friend apart forever...I can't handle it. I can't do this! I can't-I can't.
Win. A voice in the back of Dylan's head told him. Win for Farley, and kill that girl Sailor.
An evil grin formed on Dylan's face. As much as he didn't want to admit that he was going crazy, he was. And he was out to kill. Sadly, he had no real weapon. Only Dylan's motion sensor and a butter knife.
Not very useful. I'll have to meet up with my group of friends and see what they have. I won't kill them, though. No no...I'll keep them. And we can survive all together for as long as possible. Well then, I wonder where my friends are hiding...
Connor (Boy #7) ran at a steady pace-closest to a jog at this point, down the narrow path in the grass. When the rain started to pour, he was lucky enough that he was under thick and tall trees, even though he wouldn't mind being in the rain. Under the circumstances, it didn't matter. The only thing that was on his mind was finding his large group of friends. There was five others in total that had planned to group together and try to win. The five others were Trey (Boy #23), Derek (Boy #1), Ricky (Boy #6), Andy (Boy #4), and of course Ashley (Girl #16).
Connor was hoping they had grouped together with each other at least. He had been the 13th person in total who was released from the school, and 3 of the others in his group were released before him. Connor had waited right behind the entrance of the school in a darker area, but he could barely see anyone who ran out of the school and he didn't know who to trust anyway. Connor was forced to run the other way when he saw Logan (Boy #2 - Dead) get shot to death in the front of the school by Adrien (Girl #8 - Dead). He ran for hours-probably around two and a half-until he finally reached where he was now.
He slowed down his quick pace and finally completely stopped running. He plopped himself down in the damp grass. The wet and cold feeling of the grass almost felt relieving since he was dripping with sweat. There was no opening anywhere in the trees, so he tried to feel the drops of the rain as much as he could. He would feel the occasional drop or two from where he was sitting. It was weird how the rain felt so good, and how good it felt to relax for just a second. The sensation was strange but very nice. He hadn't once stopped running since he experienced Logan's death, only slowing down a little bit. But he was finally resting now. The air felt a little cooler because of the rain as well, so it was just so relaxing for him. He was exhausted even though he was a great runner. He was second place on the track team (one place under the eleventh grader Marcus whatever his last name is).
Connor would be considered a jock in their school. Just because he played one sport, he was automatically a jock. Well, is running even considered a sport? He didn't really consider running a sport because it was so much fun to him. It was nothing like football, which he though was reckless and crazy even though two of his closest friends played it; Ricky and Derek.
Several gunshots were heard. Connor knew it wasn't that far away, but definitely much closer to the school than he was. He stood up and squinted his eyes out in the dark. Of course, nothing was visible, but if he took out his flashlight he knew he'd be a goner. No one would be dumb enough to take out their flashlight. All he knew was that he needed to get going, and fast, before the person who fired those shots finds him somehow.
Connor began to run in the direction he was running before. He didn't know where he was going, but it was away from the gunshots.
Suddenly, Connor felt himself hit a something warm and shorter than him. He thought he felt an arm before he fell to the ground on his back and splashed in the muddy grass. It was another student, for sure.
"The fuck-who's there?" The student asked.
Connor didn't make a sound. The unknown student unzipped their bag and closed it up. They had picked out what seemed like a flashlight.
Shit shit shit. Connor thought.
Suddenly, a bright light shined in Connor's face. He shielded it with his hands.
"Ugh, it's just a dumb boy." The student said. This time, Connor could recognize the voice. It was Reagan (Girl #13), for sure. The meanest and most negative girl in school...but she wasn't the meanest ever. Britt (Girl #10) beat her in that department. But she was the most negative. Her distinctive raspy and low voice caught Connor's attention right away.
"Well," Reagan started. Then she paused. "I guess I'll have to kill you." She finally said.
"H-have you gone insane?!" Connor asked her, slowly backing away in a crab-like position. He was still on the muddy ground from when he had bumped into her.
"I haven't gone insane." Reagan stated as a matter-of-factly. "I'm just fine. You, on the other hand, are insane. You're insane for assuming that I'm fucking insane! I'm just here to win, and I will win."
"Since when do you give a shit about your own life?!" Connor demanded, now more serious than before. Of course, because of her death threat she had just put upon him.
"I've always given a shit about my life. And plus, I can legally kill you now, so that's a plus. It's like a game, really. A fun game...and I just happen to know how to play. I've had practice when I beat up Britt that one time in the seventh grade."
Connor had remembered that. Reagan really beat her down hard. "So you're going to kill me, then? Yeah right! I call you a bluff." He said, much more relaxed than he was before.
"Are you calling me a fucking liar when I have this?" Reagan held up a pistol and aimed it at Connor. "Be careful about what you say when I'm armed."
"I-I didn't-" Connor stuttered. He stopped speaking when he wiped raindrops off his face. He continued. "I didn't mean you any harm. Can you just go along? I have a group to catch up to and I'm sure they're waiting for me right now. I'm important, you know?"
"Don't fucking tell me what to do!" Reagan screamed with the gun still aimed at Connor.
She pulled the trigger and a bullet penetrated Connor in the chest. Blood dripped down his green school shirt down to his crotch area. Connor squealed in pain and grasped his rib where he had been shot.
"Wh-what the fuck?" He said slowly.
"Pathetic!" Reagan said. "And you called me a bluff." Still, with a completely serious look on her face, she pulled the trigger a second time and shot him in another rib again on the right side of his body. "Die!" Reagan screamed. She fired again and this time it got him in the middle of the chest.
Connor's body felt lifeless as it weighed itself down into the mud. He could barely feel anything anymore, only the pain.
"Why?" Connor managed to push out of his mouth with the last bit of strength he could muster.
"Because I need to fucking win, that's why!" Reagan shrieked. "Now I need to get out of here before someone finds me. I sure don't want to die like you!"
Reagan strolled off to the left, leaving Connor there for death.
As much as Connor's chances of survival were as low as they could be, he still needed to live...maybe not win...but at least live a little longer so he wouldn't have to die alone.
He sat up and threw his body forward and he landed in the mud face-down. He pushed himself up with his arms and dragged himself forward.
He was determined to find someone he could trust before he died. Hopefully someone in his big group of five others but it didn't matter, it just needed to be someone he could really trust. He couldn't die alone...he just couldn't.
Britt, Zina, Maggie and Cayla continued down the middle of the forest. They were now closest to the coordinates D10 and D11. The four girls made it to an opening in the forest. Zina shined the flashlight on the area. There was long grass and tall trees around the circle-shaped clearing in the woods. There were several bushes along the edge. The rain hadn't stopped falling...it was pouring hard and making loud noises as it hit the tops of the trees.
"Can we stay right here?" Cayla asked as they walked into the opening.
"Out in the open?" Zina asked calmly. "And right out in the rain?"
"I don't know about you guys, but I don't mind staying out in the rain." Cayla responded. "I mean, we're probably going to die anyway."
These words stunned the girls, mostly Zina. Cayla seemed just fine with dying, and Zina couldn't understand it. Maggie cringed at the words Cayla had just said. Maggie-was probably going to die within the next two days...she was going to die.
"I-I can't die..." Maggie murmured.
"You're not going to die." Zina put her hand on Maggie's shoulder. The rain pelted on her head. "We should stay just outside of this opening. You know, so that we don't have to stay out in the rain...and in plain sight."
The other three girls nodded and agreed with Zina's suggestion. Zina led the other girls to a bush near the edge of the opening. They sat down in the soggy grass together. It made a squishing sound when they hit the ground. Zina sat with her legs grossed, Britt and Cayla sat on their knees and Maggie sat with her head between her knees. Even over the sound of the loud rain, Zina could still hear Maggie faintly crying. Zina put her hand on Maggie's back and rubbed it.
"It's going to be alright." Zina whispered to her in her ear. "Everything will be alright."
Zina looked back up at Cayla and Britt. Britt was looking away and Cayla was looking right at Zina. Britt turned and faced Zina after opening up Cherry's bag.
"A damn straw. How unfortunate. Her assigned weapon was a goddamn straw. Well at least we get her food." Britt smiled.
Zina ignored her comment. How disrespectful to Cherry, who had gotten beaten up. To insult her like that after slapping her in the face and basically leaving her for death...
Cayla broke the long silence after she looked over to Zina.
"What's gonna happen to us?" Cayla asked her.
"What do you mean?" Zina asked slowly.
"I mean...like what's gonna happen to us? Like, within the next three days. I mean, are we really gonna die...because I've kind of been preparing in case I die but-"
"Stop right there." Zina interrupted in a soft tone. Her voice squeaked. "I-" She paused. "I don't know if there's any way we can escape any of this...but we'll have to try to escape somehow. I don't know...maybe there will be some way. But don't give up yet. Don't prepare yourself for your death because we might just make it out of here alive."
"I hope it's one of us who wins, at least. You guys really deserve it." Cayla said very quietly. She looked back down at the grass.
Zina opened her mouth as if she were about to say something, but no words came out. She just had nothing to say, really. For once, Zina had nothing reassuring to say. She had no way to help. All she could do was smile a little bit, even though Cayla didn't see her smile.
Connor pulled his body ahead one more inch, and then rested again. Dragging his bag along certainly was slowing him down, but he was keeping it just in case. He had rested several times before because of the pain; it was unbearable. He heard no one and was sure that no one else was near him. If there was someone near him, then they either weren't speaking up because they were afraid or because they were just waiting for him to die. Either way, it hurt him both physically and emotionally, the idea that no one was around, that he would die alone.
It was all so crazy for him. He was honestly going to die on a stupid government island...and just like Reagan said, it was legal. It was legal for him to die. How fucked up is that?
The rain felt heavy now-like it was slapping him on the back. But it was better than if the rain would have been slapping on the three gunshot holes in his chest. He couldn't believe that he had actually been shot, but the pain told him otherwise. It was just so weird to be shot... that kind of thing didn't happen in real life. It was how you died in movies, right? And it was how adults died if anything-not 15 year old boys. How fucked up is that?
Maybe...maybe I'll actually live. Connor thought after a few minutes of resting. The chances are small-but what if. What if I actually survive all of this? What if I make it out of here?
With his hopes up high, Connor pulled himself a bit further on the path. He was soaking wet now, but he didn't care. He could even feel the thick mud going through his school uniform shirt, but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered now was his survival. That's when he remembered that he hadn't checked what his weapon was. What if it was a really good one. What if he needed to protect himself-and it could come in handy?
He pulled his bag in front of him while still laying on the ground. Every time he moved, small shots of pain ran through his body, but he could handle it. He needed to survive. He unzipped his bag and opened it up. Inside there was the loaf of bread and two water bottles, along with a map of the island and a flashlight. There seemed to be no weapon. Then, at the bottom of the large black strapped bag, he noticed something white. He pulled it out. A paper plate. He didn't remember Kindra mentioning that a paper plate would be included in their bag.
No way. This can't possibly be my-my weapon! No way! He examined the paper plate. Of course...it is my weapon. He dropped the paper plate into the mud and zipped up his bag. There was no way a paper plate could be used as a weapon.
Connor continued to drag himself down the path in hopes of finding someone he could trust. He dragged his bag behind him. He pulled himself one more foot before he couldn't move at all anymore.
I need-some water or something. He thought. He tried to move his hand and open the bag, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. His body felt heavy. He could feel it slowly sinking into the mud. What if someone found him now? What if Reagan found him again?
Shit!
There was no way he could move anymore. He felt stiff, like he was turning into one of those lame Ken dolls that can barely move their joints.
Connor began to breathe heavily. Luckily it was raining, so no one could hear him. His shortage of breath was probably because of blood loss at this point. Is this what it felt like to die? Because he couldn't die, not now. Not before he finds someone. Dying alone was the only thing he couldn't stand. And the worst thing is, the last person he would have seen was Reagan. As if! He had to find someone.
At this point, he had no chance of moving. But he needed to find someone. He didn't know what to do. He could barely breathe anymore and he was laying on the ground in the rain. He tried to call out for help, for someone to come see him, anyone. He didn't even care if it was Reagan who came now, he just needed to be with someone. He tried to scream again, but again, no sound came out. He was over now. And he was alone.
His breathing became more and more heavy until it finally stopped. He gasped for air but he had no more strength for that anymore. He didn't have the strength to breathe-the fastest runner in their grade...
He didn't understand what happened after that. It was very confusing. Everything went blurry and then it went completely black. He felt like crying, but he wasn't there anymore. His body felt gone-and it in fact was. Soon after, he disappeared too, just like his body did.
Connor had died alone... and that was the only thing he was afraid of most.
"Those fuckers! They'll die!" Charlotte screamed with tears streaming down her face.
"Calm down, please!" Beck screamed at her.
"Screaming at her won't help!" Daysha shouted at Beck.
Brooke cried a few feet away from the three others. Her best friend Kelly held her hand and whispered to her: "It'll be alright. Their argument will be over soon."
Suddenly, they heard a stick snap from a few feet away from them.
"What the hell was that?" Kelly asked.
Brooke grabbed Kelly and they walked over to the other three students; Beck, Charlotte and Daysha.
"Someone's here-and they're close." Brooke said to them.
Daysha, Beck and Charlotte quieted down a little and looked around them. They saw no one.
"Well who do you think it is?" Beck asked Brooke.
"I don't know. All we heard was a stick snap really close to us. We couldn't identify anything else, though." Brooke replied.
"We need to keep quiet from now on, guys. We never know who could be lurking around us or how dangerous they could be." Beck said calmly.
"I'll kill them!" Charlotte screamed. "They took Collin (Boy #3 - Dead) and Maria (Girl #23 - Dead) away from us! They'll die! I'll kill them!"
Beck grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her around. "You're killing nobody." He said in the quietest voice he could. "Unless you want to end up dead yourself."
"I don't give a fuck anymore!" Charlotte cried. "It's the end anyway! It's the end for all of us, so why not?! The fuckers in that school deserve to know how much they fucking hurt us already! They deserve to! And I don't care if I die in the process! They need to know what they fucking did to us! Fuck!"
Charlotte got up and ran towards the school once again. Beck got up and chased after her. Brooke and Kelly heard another snap closer to Charlotte and Beck. They got up and walked a few steps closer to Beck and Charlotte who were still running away.
"There's someone here! Slow down!" Kelly yelled at them.
Beck glanced back and stopped chasing after Charlotte, but Charlotte continued to run towards the school and didn't even look back.
"Charlotte!" Daysha screamed from twenty feet away from her. "Stop! You'll die!" Tears rolled down her face. "You'll-die!" Daysha aimed her flashlight past Brooke, Kelly and Beck and shined it on Charlotte, who was still running.
Daysha dropped the flashlight when she saw what had happened.
Sailor (Girl #25) had come from behind Charlotte quickly. She had slashed her katana across Charlotte's head and it was wiped off clean. Her head fell to the ground and rolled several feet away from her headless corpse. Charlotte had fallen to the ground with blood gushing out of her neck. She was dead already.
"Well at least it was painless." Sailor said to the rest of the group before she ran off into nowhere.
"She's dead..." Beck said. He coughed on his arm. "Dead..." He muttered.
From behind Beck, Brooke and Kelly, Daysha passed out on the ground. Three of her close friends dying in a few hours was overwhelming, and the thought of her own death was overwhelming as well. She had gagged, and then passed out right behind the rest of her group in the grass.
"Hello students, this is your first announcement!" Kindra said over the speakers located around the island. The intense raining had stopped a few minutes beforehand, so Kindra was lucky that the students could hear her, although the speakers were on full blast anyway.
Brooke couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, but there must've been speakers planted everywhere in places that weren't clearly visible. Like maybe in the trees or something like that. She had no clue.
Kindra continued the first announcement. "It is now 8:30 in the morning, so it's time to wake up now! Although...many of you probably didn't get any sleep...but oh well! I'll just remind you right now before I get started, always be prepared for the announcements. Especially the ones that will happen at 2:30 in the morning. Every announcement is important for you to keep track of the Danger Zones and how many opponents you have left to beat."
Brooke turned her head over to Kelly, who was looking out onto the school. Beck had moved Charlotte's body out of the way, but her head was still there. It was a haunting image. At least the blood wasn't squirting out of it anymore.
Beck was sitting behind Brooke, holding Daysha in his arms. Daysha was still knocked out and it didn't seem like she was going to become conscious anytime soon. Overnight, (or the three hour time period of 'rest' that the group of four had) Brooke and Kelly had taken watch while Beck slept a little but mostly paid attention to Daysha. Brooke and Kelly were both extremely exhausted but pulled out their pencils and maps anyway to make sure they would have the Danger Zones down.
"Now, let's get started!" Kindra announced with a forced laugh. "So first, I'm going to announce your dead classmates in the order they were killed, and then I will announce the Danger Zones and times those zones will become Danger Zones. This will be the same for every announcement. If there are any extra things I need to mention just for your safety, for example, if someone is breaking the rules in some way, I will tell you that at the end, got it?"
Brooke saw Kelly nod. So she was paying attention. Good.
"Now for your dead peers. It may be sad, but you'll get through it. Within the first six hours, there have been 13 deaths including the two kills before The Program started. The dead ones are: Collin, Kai, Logan, Maria, Lisa, Drew, Farley, Cherry, Adrien, Summer, Milo, Connor and Charlotte."
Brooke gulped loudly when she heard Charlotte's name last in the announcements. As the list of names had gone on, Brooke had been crossing off her fellow classmate's names on the back of her map. Out of boredom, she had made a list of her classmates on the back of her map during watch at night with Kelly. She had crossed off the names of the ones she knew were dead: Collin, Kai, Logan, Maria and Charlotte. As the list of the dead were announced by Kindra, Brooke got a lot more names crossed off her list of students than she expected.
"Now," Kindra started, "It's time for the Danger Zones. Your current Danger Zones are the school grounds: C4, C5, D4, D5, E4 and E5. Your new Danger Zones are as follows. B1 at 10:30AM,"
Brooke and Kelly jotted down the zone as quickly as they could on their maps.
"K13 at 12:30PM and L9 at 2:00PM. Got it? It should be easy enough!" She giggled.
Brooke and Kelly had quickly finished off writing down the Danger Zones on their maps.
"Well, that's all for these announcements, enjoy the rest of your day! I will do another announcement again this afternoon at 2:30 and later tonight at 8:30. Have fun, and remember, survive!" Kindra put down the microphone and that was the end of the first ever announcement of The Program.
"Wow..." Brooke said. "There's so many-so many that are..."
"Dead..." Kelly finished the sentence for her. "But at least we know that no one else has died since Charlotte, so most of them were probably right away. So it's slowing down now I guess...we could actually survive through all of this! Together."
Brooke looked over at Kelly and then looked away back at the school. "I'm not sure if I want to survive anymore."
"Wait...what?!" Kelly demanded. "It's not an option! Survival is what we both need now!"
"I'm not so sure..." Brooke paused and scratched her head. "I don't know if I honestly want to survive. I mean, if everyone else dies, what's the point?"
"The point is that we're both as important as everyone else so we deserve a chance at life too!"
"But...the 13 that are already dead-they were just as important and they're already gone, so your point is invalid." Brooke sighed.
"It's not! We're still alive so we can make it together!"
"I'm afraid that's not how it works."
"We can both make it out of here alive!" Kelly said with a huge smile on her face now. Brooke was still looking away at the school. Kelly continued. "Come on, at least try? We can make it really far if we all work together!"
"I think we could make it." Beck said from behind them. The two girls turned around and faced Beck. He was still holding Daysha in his arms, as Daysha was still unconscious. "Honestly, I do think we can win together. I have a plan, but I'm not sure if it'll work."
Gretchen (Girl #18) and Cam (Boy #8) sat down together at the East side of the island (around H12 and H13) on the smooth sandy beach. They sat near a small sandbank a few feet away from them. The water was softly hitting the shore ten feet away from them. It was calming and it helped get Cam's mind off of the whole situation-The Program. But Gretchen couldn't stop thinking about it for even a second. She was reviewing which students could be potentially dangerous. But most importantly, she was thinking about if she would kill someone else for her own survival.
"So there's been 13 already." Cam said to Gretchen after several minutes.
"Yeah, I guess so." Gretchen replied.
Cam coughed and then they stopped talking to each other. Usually they were crazy and fun-loving around each other but that had completely stopped. They just weren't speaking anymore. The Program had begun.
Gretchen continued to think about if she would kill someone else for her own survival, and that was quickly put to the test after one of their classmates came running towards them.
That student was Xavier (Boy #10). He was holding a steel baseball bat in his right hand and running right at Gretchen and Cam. That's when Gretchen realized what she had to do. About an hour beforehand, she had unzipped her bag and checked it's contents as Cam did the same. Both of them were lucky. Cam had gotten a scythe as a weapon and Gretchen...well, Gretchen was even luckier. She had gotten a revolver, the luckiest weapon you could ever get. She had read the instructions taped to the back and with a box of full refills, she was ready as ever to defend her own life as well as Cam's if it ever came the time to do so. And it looked like it was time.
Gretchen knew that even though Xavier didn't seem very intimidating since he was kind of an airhead druggie, she didn't know exactly what he was capable of. And of course you could kill someone with a steel baseball bat, right?
Cam pulled out his scythe and stood up. Gretchen grabbed her revolver and signaled to Cam that she was ready. She loaded the gun.
Xavier was getting closer and closer. He was around ten feet away from them now. Gretchen aimed the revolver and pulled the trigger.
Within no time, Xavier had several rounds of bullets along his thighs, stomach and chest areas. There was even a bullet in his arm. He hadn't fallen down yet, the bullets had just made him stumble backwards a few steps. Blood poured out of Xavier's mouth. He grasped onto some of his wounds, but then he dropped his baseball bat. He fell onto his knees, and then onto his stomach face-down. He stopped moving.
"Do you think he's..." Gretchen looked at his body, which seemed lifeless.
"I think so." Cam said quietly.
Gretchen put down her revolver and walked over to his body. His eyes were closed tightly. From her closed knowledge of dead bodies from horror manga and anime, she was half sure that his eyes would still be open after he died. He was faking it.
It seemed like Xavier had resurrected at that moment, although he was never really dead.
"You bitch!" Xavier screamed at Gretchen. He stood up and pounced on her. They both fell to the ground. "You think you can kill me!" He took out his baseball bat but before he could swing and strike Gretchen's head, she punched him in the face and knocked him off of her. He fell to the ground and twitched.
Xavier grunted and stood back up. He jumped on Gretchen again, this time he spit blood on her.
"Look what you've done to me..." He said with widened eyes.
He didn't have his baseball bat, so he slapped his hands onto Gretchen's face. He dug his jagged nails into her cheeks and she squealed. She grabbed his arms and peeled him off of her and knocked him over again. He had ripped off some of her skin from her cheeks and she could feel the stinging pain and a small amount of blood dripping down her face.
All of this had happened in just thirty seconds, which had given Cam enough time to run over to the scene. Just as Xavier got up, ready to attack Gretchen for a third time, Cam's scythe came through the front of his chest. Cam tore the scythe out of his chest and Xavier fell over, this time for good.
"W-what the hell..." Cam murmured. "How did he stay alive for that long-he was so terribly injured...you shot him so-so many times..."
"I know." Gretchen said as she breathed heavily. "I think he's dead now, for good, though."
"He must be." Cam added.
Cam sat down beside Gretchen.
"Like a chicken after it's head gets chopped off..." Gretchen said.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, when the chicken's head is cut off it runs around for a minute or something-maybe he was just mustering all of the strength he had left and just attacking. I don't know." Gretchen said.
After a minute of them both looking out onto the water and Gretchen grasping her cheeks where Xavier had torn them, Cam spoke up.
"We can make it. The odds aren't exactly against us because of our weapons...so maybe, just maybe, we can make it through all of this."
"Yeah." Gretchen said with a twisted smile on her face.
GAME CONTINUES: 8:49 AM
DANGER ZONES: C4, C5, D4, D5, E4 AND E5 (SCHOOL GROUNDS)
BOYS #7: CONNOR, #10: XAVIER - GIRLS #15: CHARLOTTE DEAD
36 REMAIN
