Fifty-Second Hour 16 Contestants Remaining
"No...No way...Your not going out there as well! He told you that he would be back." Girl#9 Laura Everard stood there, trying to stop Girl#4 Jess Owen from leaving. Jess had been fine, then she had just said she needed to go get Adam. Laura looked to the rest of the group for support. The group was shrinking by the hour it seemed. Now there was only six of them. Boy#2 Kyle Andrews was trying to find any remments of food left in their packs. Boy#19 Jordan Windard was fast asleep, haven woken up during the gunfight that took two of their group. Boy#13 Adam Walters was just sitting, looking at Laura and Jess. Boy#3 Jason Kennely was sat on his own. He had broken his friendship to Adam. Jason saw it as his fault that Adam Left. Laura knew she had to stop Jess from leaving, she was the only strong leader in the group.
"He isn't going to come back...If i leave now, I'll be able to catch up with him much faster." Jess looked at Laura. "Your be fine..Everyone will. You all have to continue with the collars...Test them..."
"Can't you see? It is clear that Adam doesn't want to be around you Jess..If anyone should go find him, it should not be you..." Adam Walters looked up from his gaze at the floor.
"That's...its not true...He said he was going to find James Counsell."
"Let me go." Jason stood up from the corner. " You need to be here."
"Oh, yeah...He is really going to want to see you! You let his best friend die." Jess looked at Jason with contempt.
"Oh...You think it was that easy? It was a split second decision!" Jason pointed at Jess, his voice rising. "It was Jim or you! Whatever i did, I would still be the bad guy! I push Jim, Adam would a been upset over you!"
"Why didn't you push both of us?"
"I didn't think that!...And you are blaming Adam leaving solely on me? He would have left anyway! You think he would hung around, just after he told you that he loves you, knowing full well that you blew him off. Hell, no-one would stick around after that!"
"Yea..." Jess stumbled... She knew Jason was telling the truth, but she just couldn't admit it to herself.
"What going to happen then?" Laura asked both of them. "Is anyone still going to go?"
"Look..." Jess stared at Jason, who returned the icey gaze. "I am going...It's my fault he went...I'll bring him back." Jason looked at her. His stare softened.
"If you go out there, you take your handgun..." Laura picked up the small pistol and handed it to Jess. "You don't have to use it, but keep it...just incase."
"I guess..."Jess looked at them all anyway. "We will be back anyway...Back before noon." Jess knew who the words were from as she said it. a tiny flashback to the first day...To Ashley..."We will be back before 8:00PM, promise!" Jess knew there was a very real chance she wouldn't ever come back, but...She had to go get Adam. She looked at the gun in her hand, the dull metal shining weakly in the dim light.. It would be light soon.
She wasn't that scared of the dark...After all, she was in a locked room. Nothing could get her. But she was still scared. Girl#1 Becky Holmes was just scared. She didn't even know what of, which made it worse. If she knew what it was, she could tell herself she was just being stupid, but at that moment, in the dark, in a small room, she didn't know what it was. She was laying in the bath, as it was the most comfortable place there was. It had been surprisingly clean, she had checked it with the torch. She couldn't have the torch on for long know, it had already began to faint. The battery's were low. That's why she was sat there in the dark, with hardly any light coming from the smallest window she had ever seen. Becky knew there was little chance of anyone finding her. Even smaller chance of someone that wouldn't want to kill her, or worse. She didn't have anything to defend herself, not even a sharp pencil or a ruler, nothing. The bathroom was devoid of anything that could be made into a weapon. If anyone found her, she would be easy pickings. Well, she could always pretend to be friendly, then go for their weapon when their guards down. It all depended on who found her. Becky was hoping that it was someone friendly. She hoped someone would find her, dying by someone else's hands would be better than just sitting their, waiting for midnight to come and her neck to explode. The thought of it just made her shiver. Re could still remember Matt Cridland. The look of fear on his his face as he ran around the room, clutching at he friends, who threw him away. His best friend Chris Makie, pushed him away, as if he completely despised him. It had shown Becky the true nature of people, that they would betray, turn their back on you in a instant. Becky knew that Amber, even Amber, the one saying she wouldn't stoop as slow to turn on her fellow classmates, Becky knew Amber would. When it got to the eleventh hour, Amber would panic, flip out just like anyone else.
"Stupid, Stupid, Stupid...Well done Adam..." Boy#6 Adam Self talked to himself as he walked threw the dark trees. He had ran away from everything, A plan, His friends, Safety, and for what? He knew just as well as they probably did, he wasn't going to go back. Adam knew that. He wasn't looking for Counsell, He was...He was being stupid...Now, instead of being with somebody, the chances were he was going to die alone...He couldn't go back... He couldn't go back and show his face.. Adam was doing what he always did best. Run away from the problem. Instead of sorting it out, doing what should be done, he would run away, put things off, try to delay, stall...And everyone knew it. His friends, his teachers, they would all say "He has talent...He just need to get on with it." It was the reason he was with all the stupid kids..Adam knew he wasn't no leader. He wasn't one to take charge. It was running threw his mind, what if Counsell was in his position? What if counsell had found the others at the dock? They would be off the island by now. And Adam...He had only got this far by luck, and being in a group...Now he was on his own, he knew is time was almost up. But he wasn't sad, depressed. Sure, He would die. His name would be in the papers for a day or two, written down in the archives. Sure his family would grieve, so would all his friends families. All of them, all 41 that didn't survive, they would fade with time, just ending up numbers, names. They wouldn't be forgotten, but they wouldn't be remembered. Adam just did what he always did, just accept it. Hell, if he was lucky, they could even make a film of this whole thing. Adam chuckled to himself. That would be...Interesting. But his mind went back to the present, walking threw the trees in the dark, clutching his pistol like it provided oxygen. Stuff of nightmare, yet to him, at that moment, it seemed almost normal. Adam stopped and looked around him. He ran that word threw his head. "Normal" It raised another titter. Only two days, and he was already beginning to see all this as normal. Friends dieing, make bombs, explosions...All normal. Normal? When did things change? When was anything normal in his life? Everyday, at school, or at home, maybe with friends, something "abnormal" would happen.
"Like living in a episode of around the twist...There you go, talking to yourself again..." He shook his head. Hell, it was good to hear a voice, other than Miss Kingdon..He began to walk forward again. He had a lot of ground to cover, and not a lot of time.
Fifty-Second Hour 16 Contestants Remaining
