DAY TWO ; 9:30 A.M.

Aoi Asahina had very nearly been caught by Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba. The only reason she'd managed to, well, not be caught and presumably killed was because she'd heard Junko laughing. So she'd pulled herself up into a tree faster than was probably smart, because she hit her knee heard against a knot and had to bite down on her tongue to keep from making any noise. But she'd waited, and they'd passed under her, and then she'd continued on. She went the way that they'd been coming from.

She had the hatchet. It had been Sakura's, and she felt right carrying it.

She also had the gun that Sakura had taken from Leon. She didn't feel quite comfortable carrying it, but being uncomfortable was better than feeling dead. So she carried it anyway.

She first stumbled across Hiyoko Saionji. Dead. She only recognized her from the kimono, and she was quietly sick behind a tree.

Next she stumbled upon Ishimaru. He looked dead, but she couldn't be quite sure – he was leaned up against a tree, his eyes closed and wearing nothing but a bulletproof vest, but his legs below the knee were a bloody mess. He had what looked like makeshift tourniquets on each leg, but she didn't know if he'd gotten them on soon enough.

One of his sleeves, torn away from the shirt that she supposed had made the tourniquets, was lying a bit away from him. There was a rip in the cuff, and she pulled the piece of fabric out of her bag. It fitted perfectly.

She'd just missed him. When she'd been at the river so long ago.

Was it good, that she'd just missed him? Would she be dead, too, if she'd gone with him?

Or would he still be alive?

She swallowed, but she left the fabric in the sleeve. She also dug a bottle of water out of her backpack and left it next to him, just in case he was alive. He didn't have anything except the bulletproof vest.

A thought raced through her head, to take the vest. It would be good. It would be good, for her. It might save her life.

But.

But if he wasn't dead…

She turned around and walked away before she did something that she would regret. She didn't look back at him. She wanted to survive, but she didn't want to lower someone else's chances of survival. While he had looked sort of dead, there was a color in his cheeks that made him look not-so-dead. She'd done the right thing by leaving some water, because she had Sakura's. She had Sakura's water, and she had the half-bottle of Leon's she'd found in his things. Sakura had had quite a bit of water, and Asahina wasn't totally sure how – but she had enough water to spare for someone who she thought could never kill anyone.

8 STUDENTS REMAINING


Asahina is one that I just really have no idea what I'm going to do with, but a plan is starting to take place. Everyone else I know how it's going to happen. Asahina… I don't know. But we'll see where it takes us.