Hiyoshi isn't one of my favourite characters... honestly, I don't even like him all that much. But I still felt bad about the last chapter. xD

Minami Kentaro had managed to make his way to somewhere near the right side of the zone, which he was surprised to find was full of shops and some small houses. The houses, much like everything else he'd seen so far, looked run down and old. The shops had surely seen better days - broken signs littered the ground, stands that had once sold newspapers or magazines were scattered in random places and doors had been left wide open.

Minami was terrified. The older half of Yamabuki's doubles pair better known as the Jimis had been lost since he set out. Sure, he had the map, but when he'd left the school he set off running, not caring about where he ended up. He'd already seen two of Rokkaku's players, as well as someone from St. Rudolph, but Minami wasn't about to be the one starting anything. His weapon was a pistol - probably one of the better options, considering the St. Rudolph player he'd seen had been wielding a baton. Still, he wanted to have some form of protection, so he kept it out just in case.

Walking carefully down a street lined with shops, Minami held the gun at his side while looking around constantly. Coming to stop in front of an old bookstore, Minami took a quick look around and then peered in the doorway. Dust-covered books were scattered across the floor. Pages had been torn from some and were strewn about as well. Rows of shelves held books that had long ago been forgotten about, magazines that were out of date and garbage left there by whoever had visited last. A shelf near the end had toppled over onto another, the contents dumped onto the ground and the shelves now held up by the wall they had been facing.

Seeing no one else in the building, Minami went in to look around.

x-x-x-x

Aoi Kentaro had a problem. Actually, in his current situation he had many, but one stood out.

It was very, very hard for him to be quiet. The normally-loud first year had screamed three times already, leading to very close calls with people that had been nearby. The first time he was lucky - it had only been Davide he'd run into. They had both agreed it was best to part ways, in order to avoid any unwanted situations later on in the game. The next couple shouts he'd let out had gained him the attention of two rival team members, and sent Aoi literally running for his life, ducking behind whatever was near to keep himself hidden.

After those few close calls, Aoi had changed his path from heading to the forest, and instead headed towards the apartment building adjacent to the school. He'd spotted the building before they'd first entered the school, wondering maybe if that was where they'd been staying. He had no idea at the time how wrong that thought was.

Aoi entered the building from what was once the front door, now not much more than a large, crumbling hole in the wall. It looked like it may have been boarded up at one point - there were a few pieces of wood still hanging from around the edges - but anything that had been effective in keeping people out was long gone.

When he entered the building, Aoi came face to face with three elevators, none of which worked at all. Even if they had, Aoi thought he'd have been reluctant to step foot in one. There was a set of stairs off to the right of the elevators, a door hanging on one hinge covering the doorway. Aoi, not wasting any time, swung the door open and hurdled up the stairs- dust-covered like almost everything else, and littered with debris. Only stopping when he got to the top floor, Aoi caught his breath and peered through the window of the door leading to the fourth floor apartments. All clear. He walked through and went straight for the first apartment. The door, slightly ajar, swung open and revealed an empty apartment, save for some old green curtains in the window. Flicking the light switch, it did just as much as he'd expected - nothing.

Aoi didn't bother to check the rest of the rooms. Coming to the end of the hall, he turned around to face the direction he'd just come from. Leaning back against the wall, Aoi slid into a sitting position and pulled his knees up to his chest. Now that he was here, what was he going to do?

Truthfully, he had no idea.

x-x-x-x

Ohtori had had a bad feeling about this "camp" from the second he'd stepped off the bus. It didn't seem right. For a trip funded by Hyotei, the camp was certainly... lacking. When he'd seen the school - it's hallways of broken windows and in a state of general disrepair - something inside him said "this is bad". The second he'd heard the words come from Sakaki's mouth, he knew it wasn't a joke.

He had stopped crying, thankfully, by the time he'd gathered his things and left, but at the moment he was currently alone, and the tears were threatening to start again. He had wanted to wait for Shishido, so the two of them could stick together - he didn't want to have to worry too much about his senpai - but Shishido had told him to go on. There were too many names between the two on the list, and Shishido didn't want Ohtori to risk his own safety by staying close and waiting. Reluctantly, Ohtori had listened and set off, heading straight towards the forest.

There was a small dirt path leading from the front of the school, which cut off just before the thick cluster of trees started. Clutching his map in one hand, Ohtori slung the backpack over his shoulder and walked in, carefully surveying his surroundings before continuing on. He didn't want to go too far in yet, he'd rather take some time to figure out what he was going to do. Spotting a small group of bushes off to the side, Ohtori walked over, took the backpack off, and nestled into them.

Unfolding the map, Ohtori tried to pinpoint exactly where he was - he assumed it ws somewhere in C2, but the map was sectioned off poorly at best. At least it had labels. He folded it back up and placed it in the front pocket of the backpack - easy access for when he needed to pull it out later. Digging through the bag, Ohtori went through the items he'd been given. Water bottle, weapon, and the day's supply of food - a sandwich, rice crackers and some fruit. Noting that the only thing that may even hold a day were the crackers, Ohtori suddenly realized he might not live long enough for it to even matter.

~69 remain~