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Adriana looks up from the bed in her cell as another pair of new corpses rolls in. The researchers depart after only a few moments: must be waiting on revival.
... these two seem to be coming round faster than most, though.
“Hey! First timers!” She bangs on the bars of her cell with one hand. “Either of you got a match?”
Naomi looks over at the blonde girl and raises her eyebrows. "You coming or what?"
She shrugs. She follows Naomi past the pile of backpacks; they each take one.
The red-haired woman flashes a thumbsup at the pair.
“Glad you could join us! I’m Adriana, by the way. 16M-RFT29, if you hear me over the loudspeaker - check your bracelets for your own subject IDs.”
She smiles, and adjusts her bangs so they don’t hang in the way as much.
“Packs have bread, water, and a map of the island. I’m headed for the Forest ‘cause I know the cabins there have hatchets, and I have a good throwing arm. After that, probably north to the school for a Bunsen burner and some food supplies.”
“Alright, let’s move.”
It’s a bit of a hike to the forest from the tunnels under the research centre, down a mountainous trail interrupted every so often by scree.
After a few miles of this, Adriana holds up a hand for a halt.
A brown-haired girl is meandering down the trail, nose in a book, trailing a long, stout branch on the dirt behind her. She seems not to have noticed she’s being observed.
The blonde girl does not volunteer an opinion. It is probably safe to say she's not feeling chatty.
Adriana nods, and onwards they go.
A few minutes later, a fusillade of gunshots rings out from somewhere to the north.
"... Looks like the round's properly underway, now."
Another five minutes’ walk, and they come to the end of the trail: a more densely forested area, with a small cabin.
Adriana puts a foot on the stump by the woodpile, and pulls out a wicked-looking hatchet.
“Nice: hatchet from the very first cabin. Have a look inside and see if you can find some food: I’m going to go next door and see if can’t find some spares for you two.”
She pauses, and looks back and forth between Lauren and Naomi. “Now that I think of it - either of you two have any skill with really any kind of weapon?”
“Really? Good job, that’s close-up work. I’ll cut you a bamboo spear: same basic principle at least, and every tiny edge helps.”
The cabin is quite small: it has a bamboo bed (no covers, no mattress), a bamboo table, and a few hooks on the walls.
A spearfishing harpoon is leaning in one corner: a pair of hatchets hang on the wall next to it, partly covered by someone’s hat. A pair of plastic two-litre jugs of water occupy the table, along with a few oddly-shaped roots. Hiding in the other corner, a freshly-tanned hide still stands on its frame.
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