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"What? Your just going to waft on out of here, after we spent hours protecting your comatose ass!" Boy#3 Jason Kennely shouted at Boy#6 Adam Self, who was shoving his personal items into his bag.

"That's about it...Look...I gotta find Counsell...He will have a plan to get us out of here." Jason looked at the others, who refused to get involved.

"You gotta stay here...We are going to test the collars, see what they are wired up like..."

"Look..." Adam moved next to Jason ear, and began to whisper. "I don't want to be here...The whole Jess thing will just drive me nuts. I'll be no help to you anyway if I am around her..." He leaned back, and raised his voice again. "You take over for me." There was the noise of feet behind him. Adam turned around. Girl#4 Jess Owen was standing there.

"You...Your really going? Whats... Whats the matter with the group?"

"It's...It's..."Adam looked across to Jason. "Nothing...I just need to talk to Cou..counsell."

"But surely we could make the collar idea work..." Jess argued.

"I just..." Adam rubbed his single eye with his hand. "I'll...Be useless around you...I am a bumbling fool as it is...You around...You get the idea. Plus, this way, we can find counsell. If anyone could find a way out of this hole we are in, it's him."

"Are..." Jess tried to think of a reason for him to stay.

"Look...This is cheesy as it is...Knowing me if i stay her, i would get shot and have a really lame death. Trust me on this one guys..." Adam fished around in his bag, and pulled out a small notebook. He chucked it onto the bed he had woken up in.

"Whats th-"

"Little present to keep you busy while I am out...Laugh if you want...It's my diary..." Adam picked up his Glock, and headed for the door.

"Bye..." Jason looked at Adam.

"I'll be back, you big twat! All of you, Don't stay up! And later." Adam opened the door, and he was gone. Everyone was silent for a second.

"Well..." Jess started a sentence, but trailed off.

"You can't say he follows a trend..."Jason laughed to himself. "Come on, lets try that collar."

He hated himself for it, but Boy#11 George Salter couldn't get it out of his head. After he woken up at twelve, he had been thinking of any possible ways to get Miss Kingdon, who was safely protected in the bunker not more than a mile away from him. He had only come up with only one solution...He could play the game, then when he was in the bunker, blast her away. But that would mean he would have to kill someone else...George had been feeling worse and worse ever since he had shot the two girls in the morning of the first day.. He knew it was an accident, but He also knew somewhere, deep down, it didn't feel like an accident. All he would have to do to win would be kill the last person.. George had been thinking about this for a while. Maybe..Maybe he would be doing a good thing. The last person would have killed at least one person, maybe more. Now, George was trying to justify killing someone, but surely it would be ok for him to kill a possible mass murderer? Wouldn't it be ok if he was just trying to get miss kingdon? This was the argument that had been going on inside his mind for the last hour or two. Whatever happened, he would be dead before tomorrow morning, whether he was killed during the game, or if he did make it to Miss Kingdon, the soldiers would shoot him just after he had shot at Miss kingdon, after he shot at her guts, making her spine and organs fly out from inside her, like she had swallowed a roman candle. George knew...All he would have to do is kill the last person...They would be injured, weak...They would have innocent peoples blood on their hands. Surely he could take their place? Surely that would be ok? surely that would be just?

"There is always someone taller, with more of a wit. And He's quick to please her, and her friends think he is fit." Adam Self strode down the corridor in his strange, half confident, half shy way. The tall lockers on both side were taller than even the Adam, who was by far the tallest student in the school. He was heading...He really didn't know, sometimes he just walked around the school, not really noticing where he was heading. He could see why some called him wierd.

"He's pinched your bird, and he'd probably kick you head in...Bigger boys, and Stolen sweethear-" Adam was cut off by a flurry of hands who grabbed him, and slammed him against the lockers. He stared at the group, trying to make out who it was...The only window had been smashed, and was covered with a thick woodboard. The light above him wasn't working ether, typical of the poor budget, run down school. He finally saw who it was, and was completely taken aback.

"Lil? What the fuck you doing? I thought we were cool?" George Salter held Adam up against the lockers. Adam was bigger than George, but George also knew that Adam wouldn't fight. Plus, George had his friends, Francis Lynn and Jordan Windard. Adam noticed them.

"Oh...I see you brought your cronies! Why you roughing me up man?" George pressed Adam harder into the lockers.

"The rumors you been spreading...About...Her...Stop them."

"Or what?"

"I kick your fucking head in."

"What? For spread in rumors...Oh!" Adam finally realized who George was talking about. He had been spreading rumors since forever, now he knew what George was on about...

"Yeah? Want to try me?" George leaned back, and moving sideways, used his own weight to slam Adam into the other side of the hallway, into the other lockers.

"Dude...You know me, right? Physical threats and intimidation only spur me on! There something about that rumor that you don't like..."

"Your not going to listen to my brilliant advice?" George went in closer to Adam's face.

"No...Just hit me...It won't help...But go on..."

"Allright then." George had already moved his right arm back, and he moved it forward at frightening speed. He did a perfect hit on Adam nose, causing Adam to clutch his nose in agony..

"You fucking prick!" Adam quickly returned with a uppercut, the kind you see in the movies. George hadn't been expecting it, and it knocked him back quite a bit. He was sure waht to do, He knew in a fight, Adam would probably win, sure, he wasn't as refined as George, but he had more waight behind him, and a nasty temper problem that was buryed deep down. George choose not to risk it..He get Adam again when he least expected it. George backed off.

"Your lucky this time...But if i hear the rumor is still around...I'll finished you off."

"You punch like a girl!" Adam shouted, wiping the blood that had began to trickle down his nose. As he watched George turn the corner and leave. Adam knew he was in for a big time beating, but he didn't mind. The rumor was true, and George just couldn't handle it.

Fifty-First Hour 16 Contestants Remaining