Saturday, July 17, 2010. Local time: 6:09 AM

Oliver and Finn were making their way through the woods. Neither one had a great weapon (Oliver had a kitchen knife and Finn had scissors), so they were being especially careful as they made their way westward. After over five minutes of silence, Finn decided to say something. Something she and Oliver had done in the past.

"Hey Oliver," Finn asked quietly.

"What?" Oliver responded.

"Do you remember last month? You and me...together?"

"Yeah I remember. Why are you bringing it up now?"

"I'm just...nervous. That we won't make it and I'll die without telling you-"

She caught herself too late. Oliver had already figured out what she was going to say.

"Go on," Oliver said, looking at Finn almost expressionless (he had no idea how he should feel).

"Oliver," Finn said slowly, "I love you."

She grabbed Oliver and kissed him. Oliver grabbed her, and Finn thought he was going to push her away, but he instead held her close and made the kiss last longer.

"I love you too Finn," Oliver said, choking up. "That night where you and me had sex was absolutely beautiful."

Finn was crying now. "Why is this happening to us?"

"I don't know."

Suddenly, Finn noticed Oliver staring behind her in horror. She turned around slowly to see who (what?) it was.

It was Neil Quinley (Boy #20), holding a S&W M29 revolver. Oliver, being a Clint Eastwood fan, recognized the gun immediately as the gun used by Dirty Harry.

Oliver and Finn both put their hands up, praying that Neil would not shoot them. However, while Finn remained hopeful, Oliver was terrified, as Neil was known for being incredibly withdrawn and he had often heard people joke about Neil going on a killing spree.

"Please," Finn said, "don't kill us. We don't wanna play."

Neil, in a previously rare occurrence, spoke. "What are your weapons?"

"I got a knife," Oliver said, "and Finn has scissors."

"Let me see them," Neil asked stoically.

They both pulled out their weapons quickly and dropped them on the ground.

"Are you gonna kill us?" Oliver asked.

"Not unless I have to," Neil said. He pointed the gun directly at Oliver's face. "Do I have to?"

"No," Oliver and Finn said at the same time.

Then, Neil turned around, and disappeared into the trees.

Finn started crying, and Oliver held her close. They were both tremendously relieved that they survived an encounter with a supposed psychopath.

Elizabeth and Quinn had made camp in a small bog close to the school, but not within the danger zone. Elizabeth had received a handsaw as a weapon, while Quinn had not received an actual "weapon" per se; she received a tracking device that monitored the locations of all of the students on the island. The only time anyone had come close to their location was when Jack and Phil walked by about forty-five minutes earlier.

Because Elizabeth's weapon was fairly useless unless someone got real close, on top of the fact that she was incredibly distraught over the death of her lifelong friend Irene, Quinn kept an eye out for fellow students.

"Why'd she have to die?" Elizabeth asked, still crying.

"Why do ANY of us have to die?" Quinn responded. "Irene didn't deserve to die. Neither did George, Vincent, Warren, or Charlie. This whole situation is unfair."

Elizabeth continued crying. She was kind of hoping that Quinn would help.

"Sorry Elizabeth. I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay."

"I'm just...pissed that that Administrator douchebag is allowed to do this horrible game! What did we ever do to him?"

"I want you to kill me."

Quinn was completely thrown off guard. Did her best friend actually just ask her to kill her? The sentence was just slipped into the conversation like it was nothing.

"Wh-what did you say?"

"I've wanted to just slash my jugular open with this saw and get out of here. I know I couldn't possibly kill anybody else even if my life depended on it. And now my life DOES depend on it."

Quinn was completely frozen in shock at what she was saying.

"But," Elizabeth continued, "I don't have the guts to kill myself either. And I don't want someone else to kill me. So I want it to be you."

She threw her handsaw to Quinn, closed her eyes, and continued.

"Please Quinn, kill me."

"I can't either, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth opened her eyes. "Why?"

"I can't kill anyone either. At least not like this."

Elizabeth nodded, understanding that Quinn could not do it.

"I'll tell you this much though..." Quinn continued.

"What?"

"If someone tries to hurt us, I'll take 'em out. You won't have to."

"Thanks Quinn."

Quinn looked back at the tracking device and saw a blue dot among the two red dots that were there before.

Someone was coming.

"Elizabeth hide!" Quinn said quickly and quietly.

The girls hid behind a tree and looked around for the intruder.

Quinn checked the device again, and sure enough the blue dot was approaching. Quinn guessed that red dots, like the two that represented Quinn and Elizabeth, meant girls, and the blue dots were boys.

As Quinn picked up the handsaw, the intruder revealed his face, confirming Quinn's theory. It was a boy.

That boy was Manny Barrett (Boy #5), the only black boy on the island. He held a S&W M19 revolver. As a result, the girls stayed hidden. They were not sure that he would shoot on sight, but they did not want to risk it.

Manny passed through the bog and kept on moving. He had not seen the girls, or at least if he did, he ignored them. Quinn and Elizabeth were relieved.

"Okay that was way too close," Quinn said. "We should move somewhere else.

"Like where?" Elizabeth asked.

"There's a church in the northeast part of the island. I saw it earlier. It's pretty tall and it has a belfry where we-"

"Wait," Elizabeth interrupted. "Sorry to sound like a total bimbo, but what's a belfry?"

Quinn chuckled. "It's where they keep the bells at the church. Usually the top."

"Is it on top of this church?"

"Yeah, and we'd probably be safe up there for a while. At least until they make it a danger zone."

"All right, I'll go there with you."

"Okay then. Let's get going."

The girls then took off, headed for what they thought was a safe place.

Michelle Pepper (Girl #19), the class whore, made her way through the woods, holding on to her designated weapon: a scythe. She found it to be a strange weapon, but she figured that it was lethal enough. She was searching for her two best friends, Rachel Ferrer (Girl #13) and Katheryn Orville (Girl #5).

Michelle may have been one of the most beautiful girls in the entire school, but she was also one of the meanest. Not as mean as Rachel, but it was a close race. She was a thoroughly disgusting human being just as much as Rachel. Their gang would spend so much time spreading nasty rumors about other students that they could be considered evil.

The worst moment of Michelle being Michelle was when she spread a rumor that Ursula had killed her mother and set her stepfather up to have did it. However, when word of this got to Ursula, she did almost exactly what she falsely accused Ursula of: Ursula threatened her in the hall and she said that Rachel had spread the rumor, resulting in Ursula punching Rachel and getting herself suspended for an entire week. The worst part was that Michelle did not even realize that she was doing the exact same thing.

In addition to being a cold heartless bitch, she was a slut through and through. She lost her virginity at age eleven, and had recently slept with half of the football team in one week. She was impregnated by a fellow classmate who was lucky enough to have not come on the trip, but she got an abortion and thought nothing of it. She never told him.

Michelle wanted to find Rachel and Katheryn soon. She had it all planned out: she would pretend that she had a way out to get her friends on her side, and if one had a gun, she would take the gun and shoot them both quick and painlessly. If not, then she would slash both of their throats open with her scythe. It was a foolproof plan.

Finally, after nearly two hours of searching, she had found one of her best friends, Rachel. She was holding a Browning Hi-Power pistol.

Like shooting fish in a barrel, Michelle thought.

"Hey girl!" Michelle said happily.

"Oh thank God Michelle!" Rachel said with joy. "I thought I'd never find you!"

"We just need to find Katheryn and we're good to go. I know a way out! I'll explain later but we gotta find Katheryn now."

"What are you talking about? There's no way out."

"Yeah there is! I swear."

"Well yeah there is one. To win."

"Listen Rachel, I know-"

"Wanna know something else?" Rachel interrupted.

Michelle was puzzled. "What?"

"This was Katheryn's gun. I got a rope."

Michelle was really confused now. Then she noticed something on a nearby tree.

A rope was tied around it.

She walked around the tree and realized that Rachel had had her own plan too.

Katheryn was hanging from the tree by her neck. She was dead.

Michelle was absolutely shocked. Too shocked to realize the rest of Rachel's plan. As she turned to look at Rachel, she figured it out at the very last second that Rachel had the whole thing planned out.

"I'm getting off this island without you," Rachel said sadistically.

Michelle was going to say something, but she never got the chance, as Rachel fired a single shot directly into her left eye which went through her brain and out the back of her head.

The once beautiful slut now lay dead looking like someone had fired a paintball directly into her face.

Rachel found Michelle's scythe and, as an act of true sadism, stuck it directly into Michelle's heart.

"Goodbye Michelle."

And with that, Rachel disappeared into the woods.

Manny had made his way from the bog where he nearly discovered Elizabeth and Quinn, but fortunately avoided confrontation, to the fortress on the westernmost point of the island. He figured he would be safe enough in the large lookout tower, but when he got there, he discovered Charlie's body with three bullet wounds across his upper chest. He was most surprised at Charlie's death from the announcement, since Charlie was a tough guy. But, then again, anyone could be tough behind a gun.

Manny climbed the tower and when he got to the top, he was shocked to discover yet another body, this time being Warren's. He had a large wound in his chest, and another in his shoulder. Manny realized that his bag was missing, meaning that whoever killed him was smart enough to take all of his food and his weapon. He wondered if he and Charlie could have possibly killed each other.

Manny simply could not hide out next to a dead body, no matter how desperate the situation was, and he climbed down from the tower. When he turned the corner, he suddenly found himself face-to-face with a Beretta 92FS, held by Bernie O'Riordan (Boy #16). Instinctively, Manny pointed his gun at Bernie's head.

"I don't wanna shoot you man," Manny said calmly. "Don't make me."

"I don't wanna shoot you either Manny," Bernie said calmly. "I've got no problem with you."

"You don't know me much though dude."

"That's my point."

Both boys paused, still not totally trusting each other.

"Hey," Bernie responded, "is that a Smith & Wesson M19?"

Manny was surprised. "Yeah, that's what the manual for it said. How'd you know?"

"Well I'm not the best with guns, but I know a few, like that one. I'm a film buff, and your gun is the signature gun of Murtaugh in the Lethal Weapon movies. And I have the signature sidearm of his partner Riggs, a Beretta 92FS. What are the odds, huh?"

What are the odds of you getting laid? Manny thought to himself.

"Wow...I'm impressed. How do you remember all this stuff?"

"It can pay to be a nerd sometimes."

"You wanna be a movie maker right?"

"That's right."

"Then it just might pay."

The boys laughed for a moment, but kept their guns up.

"Hey man," Manny said.

"What?" Bernie responded.

"Can we lower our guns?"

"Sure. I trust you man."

At that moment, Bernie lowered his gun, and Manny lowered his.

"I don't know how," Bernie said suddenly, "but I'm escaping this god-forsaken island. Are you in Manny?"

Manny paused for a moment. He thought that Bernie was nuts for actually thinking there was an escape, but he also did not want to be alone.

After thinking it through, Manny made up his mind.

"Yeah. I'm in."

"Riggs and Murtaugh for the win!" Bernie said excitedly.

Manny laughed, and then the new unlikely partners looked around for a new hiding place.

Dead

Boys

#14, #15, #18

Girls

#17, #5, #19

Eliminated

Katheryn Orville

Michelle Pepper

36 Contestants Remaining