Survive

213 sneers. "Ok. I don't trust you though 311. I'll be keeping my eye on you."
 
She shrugs and sits back down by the fire. She nodded to Twelve and thought that she had a very good idea on the situation. She had no problem with searching for civilization, but just not at that moment. She had so much adrenaline go through her today that she was finally crashing. Even though she wanted to rest her eyes for just one second, she wanted to see if any of them had a game plan. Did they want to split up or stay together? Look for more people or go there separate ways? She honestly didn't want to split up. They could clean the island faster of any threats if they stayed together.
 
213 sighs. "One thing is we can't split up. If we do we all will be hearing each other scream and fight for our lives all night and day."
 
-He was not a man of many words but he carried himself like a soldier. getting up he did see the rabbits well what was left of them anyway. he made his way to the beach of the water and started staring into the water.unsnapping the Machete ever so carefully.he watched as a trout swam around looked like a good ten pound fish.

he stepped closer to the water and waited patiently till the time was right.then it happened he slipped the Machete out of its sheathe and flipped it into the water​
.It made no sound was a perfect shot the blade whipped through the water and stuck the fish right through its head to the sand below.

Reaching in he grabbed the trout by its gills and heaved it on shore. he waded a little deeper and scanned the bottom of the pool again,whisk the machete sent into the water again another trout easily 10 lbs and carried it to shore. grabbing the other fish he squatted and started gutting them.
"I don't know what you guys want to do but if there is anything else out here it would be wary of a group this size."
he shrugged his shoulders" if there are more like us then we will eventually find them"
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Twelve thought for a moment. "I came from just a little ways from here. Northwest. I've seen nothing but a forest. Thus, we can assume it stretches at least a couple miles to the northwest" She added to 311's description. "For now, how about we take turns resting up?" She suggested. Twelve watched the new comer as he snatched a fish from the water. Between the two boys, she figured they'd be able to keep their stomachs full. Of course, she had no idea if she was good at hunting or fishing too. She hadn't tried since she had woken up, and she couldn't remember if she ever had in the past. That was an experiment for another day.

She turned and meandered a bit away from the group, though not far enough that she lost sight of them. Her eyes peered through the quickly darkening atmosphere. "This area appears safe enough" She murmured to herself. Pushing just a bit further, her feet hit a particularly hard patch of earth. She blinked and looked about. In either direction, there was little foliage. "Strange..." She bent down and scratched at the ground. It didn't appear to have been used in quite some time, but she was pretty sure it was an old dirt road. "Hey guys! I think I found a road!" She called over her shoulder.

((There you go! XD))
 
"Either we are saved or it'll lead to more trouble. I don't see any telephone poles or much anything else so it can't be too civilized." Zero thought for a moment " be prepared for anything."
 
23 was driving quite fast. He knew that more people would be onto his tail. He kept driving normally just following the road until he noticed something in the road. He noticed it was a person that wasn't a pirate. He immediately hit the breaks and swerved to the side flipping the car into a ditch. "Shit!" he yelled as he tried to get out of the jeep. He crawled out the best he could, because the car was now on fire and ready to blow. He had to hurry.
 
Without thinking, Twelve rolled to the side, out of the way of the oncoming vehicle. Of course, it would still have hit her had the jeep not also swerved. It took her but a few seconds to catch her breath before she looked up toward the sound of the vehicle slamming into something. Green eyes widened when the car caught flame. In an instant, she was back on her feet and running not away from the crash, but toward it. Adrenaline still coursing through her body, she reached out her hand to the stranger and grabbed hold of his wrist. "Come on!"With the fire now raging, they'd all have to get moving. There was no sense on leaving him behind. "No time for resting now!" She turned back toward the water and the group that had gathered. They had to move before the fire got way out of hand.
 
Six had waken up to the loud rushing water of ocean nearby her head. Sitting up rather quickly she slammed her forehead against a palm tree that was conveniently placed in front of her. After mumbling a few profanities to herself she stood up and dusted a few stray particles of sand off her light rocker denim jacket and dark jeans. She turned towards the sound of the ocean in hopes for some explanation of her whereabouts, but it only puzzled her more. Feeling anxious suddenly she looked up into the palm tree that had attacked and noticed something blue glinting in the sun. Once she had climbed her way up the tree and grabbed hold of the thing she noticed it was a rustic bronze broadsword with a royal blue hilt. A green emerald in the shape of a 6 was placed right in the middle of the hilts as well.

She created a rather odd noise in the back of her throat and jumped back down to the sand below. She sheathed the weapon into the belt that seemed to be made for it. Noticing a slot on the other side of the belt she looked around the sandy beach for what would fit inside it. A moment or two later the same rustic bronze color shined in the sand and as Six tugged it out, created a mess after digging for it, she noticed it was a .44 revolver with the same blue hilt and emerald. Now completely freaked out she turned back towards the tree to set her eyes on a little pouch at the bottom. Scratching her head she wondered how she had not seen it before.

She slipped her hand inside the little pouch to only quickly draw it back as a painful prick marked her index finger. "Ouch!" sucking the blood off her finger she looked directly into the bag to find several rustic bronze throwing knives along with a larger dagger. She tied the pouch to her belt and slipped the larger dagger into its own holster which was strapped to her wrist. With a cheerful grin she stood and headed what she hoped was north to wherever the wind took her.
 
Twenty-three was grabbed by some girl he couldn't see. His vision was blurry, but he could determine what she looked like. She was quite attractive....but that was beside the point. He ran with still out of it a little.
 
Zero motioned the others behind a large bolder that would protect them from the cars explosion. It was safe and close. He lept quickly behind it pressing his back to it. He would have helped the man in the car, but as he was already being helped no sense in more people bring in danger. He waited for the blast.
 
Twelve didn't think. She trusted Zero's judgement, despite having only known him for a short time. Perhaps it was due to the similar predicament they now found themselves in. He was right, first they had to take shelter from the inevitable blast. After that they could work to escape the blaze. She ducked behind the boulder. Only then did she pause to look back at the man she had been dragging behind her. "You alright?" She asked just before the explosion sounded behind them.
 
Twenty-three nodded. "I'm ok." he said to the girl. He sat down shaking his head to snap out of the stunned state he was in.
 
Eleven couldn't help herself but to shut her for just a second. Wandering all day kinda does that to a person. She had dreams of men in lab coats and needles. So many needles. She was about to suck with another needle when she heard a big crash and woke up with a start. She looked around and saw that everyone was gone. The first thing that came to her head was that they abandoned her. To prove her theory, she looked around and checked to see if they left anything behind. That's when she heard the explosion. She covered her ears and looked around, seeing a bright light. She headed towards it, expecting to find corpses. She found the crash easily and tried to find a body. She didn't see anything but burning metal.

"Hello?!" Even though there was no body, there was a driver that had escaped a near death.
 
Eighty-One looked on from a tree about ten feet away. Though the tree was rocked by the explosion, it didn't really bother him. A few hours before he'd woke up on the beach, burning up in the cloak he had been wearing. He'd managed to find a bow and quiver with thirty arrows, an array of daggers as well. Also the Beretta and a silencer to go along with it. He'd found extra clips deeper in the jungle and had set off on the journey to discover the purpose of this. Now, he'd found others and though he had yet to show himself, he'd keep tabs on them. Follow them from a distance for a little while just so he wouldn't go in blind. Safer this way, taking it steps at a time. So, he stood in the tree, watching them and listening.
 
"Is everyone in one piece?" Twelve asked, looking around and the others in the group. "Where there's an explosion, there's fire." She continued. "If everyone is alright, I say we get out of here before things get messy."
 
Nineteen awoke floating face up in a small lake. He could hear the rushing water all around him as the sun glared into his now open eyes. He squinted them until nearly shut before he looked around. His whole body was sore and he could hardly remember anything but a number. As he listened more intently to the sound of the rushing water he realized he was not out in the open anymore. He adjusted his body and began to tread water while he scanned his surroundings, most of which were rock and water. The water was clear blue and looked quite sanitary while the rocks were moist and covered in moss all the way to the top. The more he scanned the more he realized that he would be unable to climb out and instead had to swim under in order to escape.

As he looked around in the water he finally caught a glimpse of a small cave at the bottom which he hoped led outwards and not towards death. He took one deep breath and dove towards the cave. He could feel his muscles moving his body through the water as the resistance of his clothes began to drag him down, the closer he got to the bottom and the cave the more exhausted and out of breath he felt. Once he reached the cave he took a short moment to look around for any threats before continuing into the cave. As he swam further and further into the cave he could feel his lungs burning and it became darker. Nineteen began to panic as he looked around for some source of air. His arms and legs quickly carried him to the roof of the cave while desperately searching for an air pocket. When he was just about to run out of air his hand slipped upwards and he felt the cool breeze of open air, his head quickly followed as he inhaled a deep breath of air and tread water until he could breath normal again. As he looked around in the darkness he noticed a faint glowing in the distance and felt a ledge in front of him. As he climbed up the ledge he approached the glowing, to his surprise it was nothing more than a dying glowstick sitting right next to several others. He quickly picked up a new one and snapped it as the whole cave became enlightened. What he found near him was a machete, an empty m1911 pistol and a bow with an empty quiver. He grabbed all he could and began to make his way out of the cave. Once he reached the mouth of the cave he could barely see from the brightness of the sun.
 
Eclipse would wake up on the shore of a beach his black wings sandy from laying on his back. He would stand as he noticed something familear the handle of his broadsword going by the name of shizer. He went over to it and resheathed it he then would look around as he found a K12 handgun he swiftly picked it up and examined it looking for any imperfections to cuase it not to fire correctly " Eh looks fine to me.. " he would say in his scraggy voice.
 
13 groans, leaning up into a sitting position. He looked down between his outstretched legs and blinked away his hazy vision. After a moment he realizes he was looking down at sand. "What the hell?" He looks up to find himself sitting on a beach, his confusion evident on his face as he looks around. As far as he could tell he was alone. He tried to remember what happened, though nothing came to mind but a slight headache. He rubbed his scalp, his head dropping a bit. He sees something shiny out of the corner of his eye and turns to the left to find a blade stuck in the sand next to him. He picks it up and inspects it. The blade was curved and attached to a long chain. He stares at it in confusion for a moment before wrapping the chain around the handle of the blade and wedging it in his belt. He gets to his feet and stretches a bit, noticing a bow and quiver of arrows just behind where he was sitting. He shrugs. "Well then." He said to himself before picking it up and strapping it to his back. He looks out over the water in an attempt to gauge where he was exactly, but there was nothing to be seen with the exception of a ship out in the water. Though it bore no nations flag, he saw it as an opportunity, maybe they would be able to help him. He walks out to the edge of the beach and waves his hands in the air yelling, "HEY! OVER HERE! HEEEYYYY!!" The ship slowly turned towards him and a smile broke out across his face. "Good, maybe they'll help me out." He watched in wait as the ship drew nearer. He could see a flag raising up on the mast, though his smile faded as it blew open in the wind. Black flag, white skull and cross bones. "Pirates?!" There was a crack and some sand by him burst up into the air. 13 stumbled back. "Hey! What's your problem?!" He yelled at the ship. It turned to it's side and 13's eyes widened as cannons pushed open ten small windows on it's side. He turned around and booked it for the forest. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" He yells at the top of his lungs as the cannons sound off in the distance, sand explosions blasting into the air all around him as he ran for the forest as fast as his feet could carry him. The trees were splintering before him as he made it to the tree line and continued at a break neck pace. He had no idea where he was running to, and he didn't really think about it either. As far away from the beach as he could, that's where he was running.​
 
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