As the whole arena was manipulated into darkness, Morgan soon learned she didn't fear the dark, but what could be found in it. She held scratches that had slowly lost their stinging sensation, blood that had dried along her skin, and stained tears long ago gone. At least she wasn't cold, was her only thought of comfort as she carefully stepped over uprooted twigs. When sight was nearly impossible, she began to hope she'd run into Pate sometime soon. He was the only one who'd retrieved something other than a weapon, which meant a flashlight as well. The thought of her weapon, however, reminded her of the small spark caused as the electricity charged right before the bolt shot out. Deciding the small two seconds of dimmed light were better than nothing, Morgan slid out her taser and played with the trigger. Her surroundings were displayed briefly, confirming what Morgan already knew. She was in the jungle.. and the jungle was green. At least she knew she wasn't near any mutts. Continuing to keep the trigger near the charging of a bolt, Morgan made her way through more trees before taking a sharp, right turn. The footsteps that were heard once she took the turn gave her no time for thinking. Taser already half active, she accidentally shot the bolt out of fear and had but two seconds to see the lighted face of who she'd shot with electricity: Ryan.
Morgan couldn't even shriek this time, Ryan's whole body was thrown backwards and forced to land flat with a loud thud on the ground. Morgan jumped forward and knelt beside him, vigorously shaking his body in an attempt to wake him from his immediate sleep. She refused to think it was anything besides just that, sleep. "Ryan.. Ryan!" She pressed her ear against his chest, but swore she couldn't hear a beat. Gathering herself into a small bundle of fear, Morgan began to hide her head in between her knees while sobbing to herself. She'd done it again, she'd killed another person! Her thoughts wandered towards Clark's deceased body. Ryan had told her it was okay, that his death was clearly an accident and that she'd be forgiven. But a second accident? Two in a row? And to a boy who'd done nothing but protect her. Surely this time she would not be forgiven.
How selfish of her, right? Here was Ryan Brookes dying, and Morgan was crying about the pains she'd receive from Karma. At such thought, Morgan sniffed and looked up. Another sudden thought hit her, a cannon hadn't yet sounded. It was then when she hit such realization point that a sound was uttered from Ryan's lips. At once, she was at his side, a hand placed by his cheek as she cleared one of her own tears away. His eyes fluttered repeatedly and as soon as they seemed to be focused on Morgan's face, she began to sob out several apologies for damaging him. His speech was slurred, and barely understandable, but he seemed to say no. No? No as in don't apologize. You've done nothing wrong. Again, he was taking care of Morgan, making sure she wouldn't worry too much. Morgan quit her sobs and furrowed her eyebrows. "No, okay, no. You're hurt, I hurt you," she repeated, with all she could not to break her voice. "I will take care of you and do what you've done for me." Ryan didn't reply. It seemed as though every possible word he gave drained even more energy from him. His eyelids drooped over his eyes. Morgan wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. They didn't have any supplies, no water, no food. Just a taser. What was she supposed to do, shock him again? No, even Morgan knew that'd be too stupid. So instead, she watched him carefully. Soon, his eyes were entirely shut from her. Exhaustion hit her, but she refused to sleep. All through the night, Morgan kept an eye on Ryan. Any odd mumbling proved to be part of his sleep, but Morgan still spoke to him as though he were awake.
Rays of sunshine shone, and so did Ryan's eyes. He didn't speak, he didn't move. If it weren't for Morgan being so attentive, she would not have noticed him awakening. "Ryan, how are you feeling?" Morgan's expressions proved to be caring, her voice as soft and warm as she could handle. The boy managed to shake his head. "G-goodbye, Morg." Bye? ... Bye?! ... BYE?! Morgan stared at him quietly for a second before panic set in. "Bye? What do you mean bye? No, Ryan. No, no, no, Ryan. You can't leave, Rye, you can't." His eyes reflected Morgan's own exhaustion. "Is. Is. O-over." Morgan's tears began to roll down, her own landing on his cheeks before she quickly cleared them away. "Don't say over." "Foh me." His speech, his sudden fluttering of eyes, his twitching, his incoherent words - his brain was damaged. And it was all Morgan's fault. His eyes began to seal yet again, but this time, forever. "Please don't go, please don't go! Don't Ryan, don't!" One last flutter, one last shaky exhale, and he was gone. Cannon.
Morgan sat at his side, her fingers taking fistfuls of dirt and leaves and flinging them uselessly around the air. She didn't even care about her nails anymore. She shrieked, and cried, and wailed. Nothing could stop her. A deep, pounding headache hit the temples of her head, but another glance at Ryan had her scurrying backwards. She killed him. Hyperventilating, Morgan scurried backwards on the grounds, trying to create distance between them. Her lip quivered, her eyes burned. her nails were dirty. She wanted to hold him, and at the same time, run as far away from him as she possibly could. His face, one of the dead, was one that would surely forever haunt her. She stood up, taser in her pocket, arms wrapped around herself. She walked backwards, eyes glued to his body. "I'm sorry... I'm SORRY!" She yelled, before resuming her violent sobbing and running as far as her legs would permit her. She stopped by the shoreline of the island. But soon she found a boat that carried her through the sea. She collapsed against the floor and cried out all the tears she could possibly have left. She'd told herself she'd stop at the first sight of ground, but exhaustion got the best of her. When her eyes, puffy and red, reopened, she was on the smallest island of all: Number Three.
