Nelly and Millie had decided to stay together from the very start. After looking at her "weapon" in disbelief, Nelly had realized right away that she would never survive this alone. She had been given a nail file, and although the end was somewhat sharp so it could clean your cuticles, there was nothing else remotely hazardous about it. Millie on the other hand had been given a type of shortened pitchfork, while the tines ended in large, pointy spikes. Now that could definitely be used as a weapon.

"That's seriously what you got?" Millie asked Nelly as she saw what she was holding. "Please tell me that's just yours and you were given something else?"

"Nope." Nelly was staring at the file in disbelief. "This is what I got. Really? What the hell am I going to do with this?" Tears welled in her eyes, there was no stopping it. She didn't want to kill anyone, but the pitiful weapon she had been given just assured her death.

"Nelly! Don't cry, really. It's alright. You can come with me, and we'll find a way to get out of this. Okay?" Millie smiled at Nelly, hoping to give her some sort of hope. "Besides, look over there. There is someone else that you can just tell doesn't want to be here. We'll make it through." Nelly looked to her right, and saw an unfimiliar face looking down at his weapon in absolute horror. It was a hatchet, it looked like, but that look on his face said well enough he couldn't use it. After contimplating for a while about what to do, Nelly and Millie walked over to the boy.

"Hey, are you alright?" Nelly asked.

The boys face shot up, looking as if he'd been scared nearly half to death. "I... I'm fine. I'm sorry." His voice was trembling. He was clearly terrified of the situation.

"Look, you can come with us, if you'd like. My name's Nelly, and this is Millie... you would be?"

"M-me? My name's Kip. S-sorry, I don't think I'll be of much use to you, really." He looks down sadly, thinking to himself they will now leave him stranded, alone to die on this island.

"That's alright, really. We don't want to hurt anyone anyways. Besides, I got a shitty nailfile. Do I even look mildly threatening holding this?" Nelly holds up her nailfile, a smile on her lips. "We really don't mind, so don't worry. You're safe with us, for as long as we can be safe."

Finally, the shocked look disappears from Kip's face and he manages a smile. "Do you really mean it? Thanks a lot. Umm... I was just wondering if..." he trails off, once again nervous.

"If?" Millie asks. "Don't worry, really. I'm sure we won't mind you asking."

"Well, Bridon should be here somewhere, I saw him before on the southern side. Would you mind if we got him to join us...?" his voice had started strong, but when it got to asking the question, they had to strain to hear him.

"Bridon?" Millie and Nelly both ask. "You mean the one who is really good at playing basketball, right? The really attractive one a year younger? Why is he here? I didn't know he talked to any of us... Actually, I didn't know you did, either." Millie continued.

"Well, yes, that Bridon. Umm, well, I talk to him so I guess I got dragged into this too, and.. well. B-Bridon talks to S-Stan? I think that's his name. They're... they're actually pretty good friends from what I know."

"Well, sure. I don't mind him joining at all, really. It would be nice to have a bigger group anyways," Millie said.

"Is that him over there, near the big tree?" Nelly points to the very southern tip of the island, where a tall, solitary tree stands on it's own, surrounded by large rocks.

"I... I think it is," Kip replies. "Br-Bridon!" Kip's shout barely reaches Millie and Nelly's ears, let alone Bridon's. It had been nearly an hour since everyone was told what they were meant to do. These four were the only ones in the area, although Bridon seemed to be fidgeting with something near the tree.

"Bridon!" Nelly called out. "Hey, Bridon! Come-" Bridon snaps his head up, but along with that, he also moves his hand. Held tightly in his grip is an Uzi. Before he thinks of who is calling to him, his only thought being They're going to kill me, he pulls the trigger and the automatic weapon shoots out into the night. Wild bullets fly past all three of them, but some also make contact. With gross force, they rip through the bodies of the three that had only wanted Bridon to join them. The bullets do not stop flying until the magazine in the gun is empty. Lying on the ground in a heap, Nelly is still clutching her nailfile, because in the end it was the only thing she had to hold on to. Part of her face had been torn apart by bullets, a spongy gray matter that is probably brain is lying on the ground beneath her. On top of her in Millie, whose throat had been pierced by three bullets, almost ripping her head clean off. Her eyes are glazed, unbelieving. And at the top of the pile, there is Kip. Standing the closest to Bridon, and partially blocking the other two, he had to worst of the hail of bullets. They tore through him everywhere, bullets had torn his head apart, one flew into his eye socket leaving a gaping hole overflowing with blood. His torso was riddled through and through with dark holes. His neck, arms and legs had all been shot at least once, but he had at least died before landing on top of the other two, and quickly.

After the clip had emptied, Bridon stared at what he had done. He didn't mean for it to happen, it was just... just an accident. He didn't mean for it to happen, really. He felt like crying, but no tears would come. It was too unbelievable. He couldn't wrap his head around what had happened. Slowly, he walks toward the pile of bodies he had just murdered, and upon seeing what he had done, he leans to the side and throws up. His head is pounding, and he runs. He has sense enough to put another clip into his Uzi, but aside from that, Bridon is quickly going insane.

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