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[h1][color=palevioletred]Zoe Fletcher[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=silver]𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖   / /  ~𝟘𝟝𝟚𝟘[/color][/center][hr]

Thanks to her athleticism, Zoe managed not to tire much at all on the way to the lighthouse. The knowledge provided little comfort as they reached their destination, finding it empty of their disappeared classmates and confirming her worst suspicions. Sander's words only reinforced that the teleporting idiots had, in fact, gone back to the mansion - if he could tell, he'd surely have said the others were nearby, right?

Which meant they weren't coming. How many was that, then? Four. Four classmates dead if they completed their escape now. Of course, she knew fine well that staying could well increase that number - hell, Lawrence had told her as much, it was why she'd stayed with the fleeing group in the first place. But what was a necessary sacrifice, what was acceptable... this wasn't it. 

[i]This[/i] was too many.

[color=palevioletred][i]No-one else gets left behind. That was the deal.[/i][/color]

Her emotions were muted at the moment, but she knew she'd be furious the moment that ended. Possibly dangerous. She'd almost definitely want to kill something, to tear someone apart slowly and hear the slow rip of flesh, the popping and cracking of tendons, of bone. Maybe that was what was happening to the others right now. She could imagine it, Brent with an ear hanging on by a thread, Siena with shattered bones protruding from her arm, Gregory screaming as--

[color=palevioletred][i]Don't fucking smile.[/i][/color]

So maybe things weren't exactly looking fantastic on the mental stability front. Maybe she really needed the calm-down aura right now from a purely logical standpoint. Nonetheless, if Lawrence tried to stop her from fighting this time, she'd keep to her earlier promise and take him down one way or another. That was something she'd made clear enough when it came to the change in circumstances. Getting on that ferry would mean abandoning the others for real, and she couldn't do that.

Pretty selfless, wasn't it? Or did she just want an excuse to go out there and hurt people? Get hurt herself?

It wouldn't make a difference. The actions were what mattered, not the motives behind them. Besides, the others weren't vicious enough to win this fight without her taking the lead, that much seemed certain. Sander's words had only confirmed that they weren't alone, and her gaze wandered over to the staircase. A lookout point - someone up there too, maybe, if the blood and footprints were any indication. A possible ally? That, or just ammunition for a ranged attack depending on how useful they were. Either way, it'd be a good start.

That being said, there was another issue to deal with first. Namely, the two assholes who'd decided the middle of a subnatural attack with their teammates' [i]lives[/i] on the line was the right time to lie to her fucking face. Suddenly she felt a lot less bad about the earlier threats, not that she could properly follow up on them right now. Instead, with absolutely no warning she chose one of the two at random, span around, and launched a full-force kick right between Marcus' legs. Okay, she hadn't strictly been [i]aiming[/i] there, but...

Well, it certainly made her point.