The Campsite - Docks.
Right as Lynette was trying to assess the situation, she noticed that Aliana was freaking out. She raised an eyebrow, as she tried to take an assuring step towards her, with her hand out. Lynette didn't know what was wrong with her friend, but she tried to reassure her.
"It's oka-" The second she made contact (or thought that she made contact) Aliana dissolved into orange embers. Lynette didn't know what in the world just happened, but she found herself being awfully surprised. She looked around, and a bloody-kind of rust had slowly erupted fourth from her feet and began to encompass everything. But, the rust rose from the ground, taking the shape of a human being. Eventually, when the being finished forming, it was Lynette. Unlike everyone else's hallucinations, it was her, with no deformities or injuries. She smiled, as she walked over to Lynette - whom was still stunned - and placed a hand on her shoulder with a friendly smile.
As she leaned in, she said, "... It's all useless, Lynn - give up while you still have time." Before suddenly twisting into a deformed facsimile of herself. It clenched on her shoulder tightly - leaving behind thick wounds as the illusion dropped. Lynette didn't even notice anything else that was going on in their group... but she felt an intense stinging pain, and looked at her shoulder, and noticed that she was bleeding.
There were actual cuts in her shoulder.Right where she scraped her.
Lynette grabbed onto her shoulder, and hissed through her teeth. She fell onto her knees, as she looked around. Everyone was freaking out - this had to have a scientific explanation. None of this makes any sense! She wondered if... somebody had did this during her freakout. Okay, Lynette, calm down.
She said as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Feeling oddly tranquil all of the sudden, Lynette knew that hiding wasn't an option. She went over to the window, and peered out of it... she could see that the bridge was down. Shit. She hissed through her teeth as she thought of another way out of this.
Then her eyes shot open as if a light-bulb went off in her head.
They're in the boathouse! Lynette stood straight up, still clutching her bloody shoulder with now equally bloody fingers. She looked around at her group, they weren't any better. Lynette broke the silence, "There's... something screwing with us," Lynette said. "Hiding's not going to work - we'll die or go insane by the time anyone gets to us."
She walked over to a boat, before pulling it out. "This is our best bet... the bridge is down, and we're running out of time!"
The Campsite - Female Cabins.
The group made it to the female cabins, and the first thing Claire and Zoey did was lay Dexter down on the sofa. What Dexter did was heroic... but it was stupid at the same time. At least it was from Claire's perspective. Out here, heroes died and then what? Everyone around them lived with broken hearts. That was what happened. They could had made a break for it by swimming, but like hell Claire was going to leave Dex behind, and it was clear that Zoey had the same sentiments.
They were all going to get out of this, one way or another. With that said, Claire turned towards the girl that saved them. One of the Lawson brats... Claire would normally pay the bitch no mind, but she saved her. And, right now, Claire didn't have time to worry about past grudges. "Yeah... I gotta say, thank you... for what it's worth." Claire just couldn't find the words to convey how much she appreciated Penny for saving her and Dexter.
Zoey leaned over Dexter, and gave him a light slap, as she said, "Dex, are you okay?!" Zoey tried to stay quiet... but her volume betrayed her. "Shit, tell me what's hurting, and I'll do my best to fix it!"
"... You should let the nurse say that." Claire said, sounding a bit annoyed.
But, their conversation was cut short when the door slowly creaked open, and Claire hopped up, ready and alert. Knowing that something was going to pop off - the best she could do was kick it in the balls and run (she didn't have access to the tools to create a fucking mini-flamethrower). However, they heard a very familiar voice near-shouting in, "Hey guys, it's me!"
Suddenly, the gigantic frame of Britney Williams came through the door, and quickly closed it behind her. She let out a sigh, and everyone looked surprised to see her.
"Britney?" Claire asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... I came to see if Dexter
was alright," She looked over towards Dexter. "I saw the whole thing!" She said, almost surprised, "But, we have to get off the island."
"No shit." Claire said.
we have to get everyone else
off the island," Britney said.
"Well, that's going to be hard with no bridge - I don't think everyone can swim."
"But," Britney started off. "There's always the boathouse."
That caught the attention of both Claire and Zoey.
"I checked, there's enough boats there for everyone to get off the island, and to safety," Britney said. "But... somebody needs to go there and get all the boats ready."
"... and somebody needs to direct everyone there."
Then that's when they heard banging and screaming from the neighboring cabin.
"... That too," Britney said, "But, come on, we don't have time - we need to get to work!"
The Campsite - Male Cabins.
Martin was successful in getting Scott Reese's attention. He merely charged towards him, with his axe held to his shoulder as he did a wild, violent, wide-arced swing towards Martin's body. He started laughing loudly as he came in contact with something - he couldn't tell at first, but he collided with the wooden bedframe. He wasn't sure if Martin dodged, or he missed, but the axe was imbedded deep in that bedframe. He put a boot against the bedframe to pull it out...
This was all Kimberly's fault! She's... she's getting everyone killed because she had a freakout! There was no forgiving Kimberly for this - but, she still had to save Jordan! She quickly got underneath Jordan's shoulder and helped her up as she began running for the door with the others. She felt guilty for leaving Martin behind like that... but there wasn't much she could do but leave him behind and hope for the best.Sorry... Martin...