Stan and Wendy were sitting in a small clearing within the bushes when they heard the nearby gunshots. He had laid her on the ground and propped his gun against a nearby hedge making sure it was sturdy enough for it to not fall right in and in easy access. He looked down at her swollen ankle and at her slightly pale face. He knew she was in a lot of pain, but there wasn't a lot he could do for her.

"Wendy, let me see your ankle." He grabbed his black shirt and tore off a long strip along the bottom.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, we need to bandage that somehow, right? And I certainly don't have anything better to use."

The person Craig had seen walking into the bushes a few minutes earlier was Pip. He was still dragging the flail behind him, knowing exactly what he was going to do when he ran into someone. He heard quiet voices off to the far east side and began to walk towards them. He wasn't careful about making noise, he wanted to be heard. The voices quieted as he neared them, and he stepped into a small space free of any shrubs or other plants. Stan and Wendy were huddled together in the small clearing. Wendy looked like she had been hurt and Stan was trying to tie a bandage around her ankle. The side of his shirt had been ripped and the strip was partly wrapped around Wendy's left ankle. Stan stood up quickly, blocking Pip off from Wendy. He saw the flail in his hands and his eyes widened. He recognized it as Sally's from earlier. Those wounds had been a bitch to clean. Pip raised his hand, gripping the flail's handle tightly. He made a halfassed attempt at swinging it towards Stan, but it was enough. His plan worked. Stan had grabbed the shotgun he had leaned against a nearby tree and fired. He shot Pip in almost the same spot he had shot Sally, just a bit more to the left. The shotguns blast made Wendy scream, but Pip fell to the ground with a smile. Just what I wanted.

Bridon heard the shotgun fire to the south and began to walk as quickly as he could in the direction it had come from.

Brad Dixon had been hiding in almost the same spot Rebecca had been when he heard the mines explode. He was startled and nearly fell into the water but the tip of his sword caught between the rocks and kept him upright. He walked back to the beach and was walking towards the houses to the north when he saw Craig come out from the bushes about forty meters ahead of him. Brad quickly ran to the back of the house closest to him, stepping on shards of smashed glass. He leaned around the building and just barely had time to focus in on Gregory's dead body and notice that someone else was standing pressed against the side of the house before two shots rang out close by. Craig fell to the ground and didn't move. He saw as Scott Tenorman ran out and tried to drag Craig back behind the house. Idiot, what the hell are you doing? When Scott fell to the ground after another shot rung out, Brad ducked back behind the house. He heard Scott's cry of pain and yet another shot rang out. Brad thought Scott was dead, and was about to look around the building when they once again began to talk. After what seemed like forever, there were countless shots fired and Brad was certain Scott was now dead. He quickly glanced around the building and saw Cartman walk into the bushes out of his sight. He darted out from behind the house and after seeing the smoke rising from the west of the island decided to go into the bushes and hopefully avoid Cartman. Within minutes there was a much louder shot than Cartman's gun had made. Brad walked towards the shot, hoping that someone had finally killed Cartman.

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