I fished the coin out of the tub and added it to my collection. 19 bn left. Oh well, lesson learned.
I seethed as I felt my headache pounding. Another migraine, great. Though I was hit in the head, and hadn’t eaten, or drank at all. Guess it wasn’t so much of a surprise really. And my bloody nose didn’t help. After using one of the alcohol wipes to clean my face up a bit, I found a pile of loofas and arranged it into a makeshift bed.
I leaned back and ate about half the strawberries, feeling my stomach fill as my parched throat was hydrated by their summertime moistness. They made a nice snack as I watched a projection on the screen of the fallen.
In order, they played starting with that circus girl’s head falling to the floor. “Oof.” I announced. “Joan, you watchin’ this? Told you that Alice kid was crazy.” Shit I forgot to remember to learn her actual name. Oh well.
Chewing on a strawberry, I watched with intrigue as the tongueless killed Reuben. The boy looked longingly at Judas despite having a knife in his heart. “One sandwich down.”
“Hey isn’t that your district partner?” I ask Joan. “Oh ew...was your partner.” Geez Wednesday is messy. Guess she wasn’t lying when we talked earlier. Hopefully she remembered that she promised a quick death for me. Wait, what am I talking about? I’m the one killing her.
And just like that, the circus girl was alive again, back in the bloodbath. Thoughinstead of her head rolling, it was Lux’s eyse rolling into the back of her head as a knife tore her throat. “Meh.”
“Again with the necks?” I comment as Wednesday stomps on Benji’s. “Guess that makes two kills for the 2 girl. Think that’s the record now.”
Yet again a neck was stomped on until death. Only it was my district partner crushing under the might of my...what the hell do I even call Salem at this point? Wait a minute, he was with his district partner when Alice went all mad hatter on them. But his face didn’t show up. If he did survive that, he can’t be in good shape.
Haha, oh yeah. I forgot I killed John Smith. Though as I looked at my determined filmed face as I crushed the boy’s face open, I realized something. I looked really good. Blood splatters are the new black.
Oh boo there goes Fox. Looks like my strategy isn’t so bad now is it? Course you can’t really answer with a whip wrapped around your neck. Oh shit is that Alice again. “Yeah we gotta watch for District 3′s girl, Joan. 2 kills in one day? Nothing to brush off.”
Yet another neck related kill as Judas opens the throat of Valentina. Poor girl, never had a chance. “Judas too. They and Wednesday are all tied for the most kills in the--”
“Wow okay nevermind. That Alice chick. She needs to go if we see her. 3 kills in one day and not even a career, let alone someone with mental stability.” After Canary’s lifeless body dropped to the ground, the anthem played once again, signalling the perfect time to sleep.
Some rest would do me good for both my sanity and my migraine. It had reduced to a minor throbbing after the strawberries, but a good night’s rest would ease the ache. Which I knew would come from the gates shutting down and sealing us in the fragrant store. But still, I clutched my bag of items tight, afraid of anyone stealing anything. I fell asleep to the sound of the mannequin head running out of batteries and finally stop chomping. My trophy successfuly shutted the fuck up, allowing much needed slumber.