Thirty-Fifth Hour 19 Contestants Remaining

"Put down the fucking gun!" Boy#17 James Shaun begged to his once friend Boy#18 James Hill, who was brandishing a machine gun at the rag-tag group.

"No. Your gonna Kill me!" James shouted at Jim. They Were all going to get him. He could...trust them. His friends, His closest friend. Against him. He didn't know what to do, who to trust.

"James...Please!" Jim moved a step closer to James, who pushed the gun forward. Jim backed off.

"No. Get away! You...You think you can trick me. We...We can't escape...We gotta kill to win. You have to kill to win...Kill me!"

"No! We'll find another way. We'll work something out."

"LIES!"

"No James..." Jim moved a step closer. It was clear. James was breaking down. "Your..My best friend...We...What about the friendship? You going to throw it all away for this?"

"SHUT UP!" James Inched closer towards the door, trying to stay away from Jim.

"James...Your...Your like a brother to me!" Jim looked at him, eyes welling up with tears.

"Shut up! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" James slammed on the door and fled to the outside, running as fast as he could away. Jim moved quickly to the door.

"JAMES!...PLEASE!" Jim dropped his head as James disappeared into the trees. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He twisted his head, Half expecting to see James, but Saw Jason Instead.

"Did you mean that?"

"Yea." Jim slowly moved into the Petrol Station, and Slumped to the ground. "Why James? Why? We a a team. All of us was. You, Me, Adam, Counsell. We were...Now Everyone is split. Gone. Adam's out of it, I don't have any Idea about Counsell, and now you go skitso. I...Iam all alone."

"Hello?" James looked up at the sound of a new voice. He looked at the burnt out door, and saw two more of his friends, Boy#2 Kyle Andrews and Boy#13 Adam Walters.

"Guys!" Jim leapt to his feet and gabbed them, hugging them tightly, then he let go.

"Are you all right?

"Yeah...I think." Adam caught a sight of Adam, who still lay prone on the floor. Jim saw this.

"Let me tell you."

"Tooled up and ready to go!" Boy#9 Tom Lawrence Looked at himself in the mirror of the small run down house. He had made a strap, so that the Sniper rifle went over his back, very snazzy. In one hand he held the 9mm Pistol, and in the other the GPS Device that he had found next to Cara. underneath his blazer was Two Ice Picks, and a flick Knife. On the floor next to him was a bag full of ammo, food, water, everything he needed. Tooled up like this he was unstoppable.

"A Hero is Born!" Tom smiled, and winked at himself. But, where to now? He had finished here. He had layed Elliott and Bruno correctly, covered them up. They were good guys, he had liked them. And Cara? He had did the same. He may have hated her guts, but a person should be respected in death. Now he had done that, he was free to go, find somewhere, find someone. Maybe, maybe the clinic? Yeah, that sounded good. He had heard that a few people were there. Maybe he could team up? And if that failed... Tom grabbed the pack from the ground and stepped towards the door. Gently prying it Open, he looked outside. It Bright Sun beat down onto the surroundings. The broadcast has said hot, but he didn't think it would be this hot. Damn, heat means he would have to drink more water. He didn't want to waste any.

"Jesus Christ it's hot" Boy#11 George Salter spoke to himself as he walked further threw the trees. His weapon, the SPAS 12 Shotgun, was over his shoulder. He had taken to taking to himself, just to hear a voice. It had been almost twelve hours since he had met anyone, and the last person tried to kill him. Tom. That prick. If he ever ran into him again, he would...Almost made it so that George wouldn't get back to Michelle. He hoped she was ok. With the thought of his loved one, he broke into a jog, moving more quickly towards the Clinic. It was close, he had been walking for ages now, he was off the road he had followed away from the damn place. Goddamn Sam. Why was everybody trying to kill him? He knew it was life or death, but it seemed as everyone was picking on him. Ok, maybe he was a bit hard to deal with in school, but he was popular. Popular kids always survive. He'd seen it in countless horror movies. He was a Jock, they survive! George looked ahead. He could just about see a outline of a building. He began to run towards it.

SLAM The door burst open as George flew threw. Inside, the mood was dark. In the few seconds it took for George to scam the room, see Girl#4 Jess Owen with her head in her hands, or Girl#9 Laura Everard staring off into nowhere. Even Boy#19 Jordan Windard just sat there.

"What's the matter with-" George started to say. Then he saw it. The white sheet that lay over the place where Michelle should have been. The rises and bumps under it.

"George..." Jess looked up, and saw him stare. His face dropped from one of excitement, to sadness.

"Oh...Ohh..." George dropped to his knees, and stared at Michelle. The shotgun fell from his shoulder, and clattered to the floor. The others remained Silent, unsure of what to say of do. " I...No...no.no...no no no no no!" George clutched his head with his hands, stricken with grief.

"She...She died peacefully...I am...Sorry" Jess moved slowly closer.

"I...I Loved Her..." George looked at Jess, his eyes growing red with the stream of tears that flowed down her face. "I...I never told her...untill now... I was going to during...but...No no no no no no no no no no!" George slammed the floor with his fist.

"..."Jess remained speechless.

"I...I kept alive. I kept alive for her...Now she dead...What will I do?"

"I am sorry." Jess tried to stop the grieving George.

"Thats...Thats It...They killed Franny. Bruno's dead...now...Shell..." George wiped his eyes, and looked at Jess. She saw a new look, one of determination, a fierce will. "It's all this STUPID GAMES FALT! NO MORE! NO FUCKING MORE!" George grabbed the Shotgun from the floor, and stood up. he stared at Michelle. He walked over, slowly.

"George?" Jess started to worry. What was he doing? George lifted the sheet, and stared at Michelle's face.

"So...Relaxed...Peaceful..." George gingerly removed the tiny silver necklace from Michelle, and He placed it around his own neck, it resting just above the collar.

"What are you doing?" Jordan looked at his friend. George just looked at him.

"I am gonna Kill everyone of the FUCKERS AT THE BUNKER, INCLUDING THAT BITCH MISS KINDGON!" With those words, George strode towards the door, and left, Without so much as a goodbye.

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