A Collection of Forgotten Travellers

[анзие (Anz)]

He runs for what felt like a really long while, runs until his lungs burned and his legs ache; the gash on his left arm leaks blood like a faulty faucet, red lines criss-crossing one another in some kind of intricate design that Leon cannot feel over the fire of pain brought upon him by Cystine Crystal's whip. (He thinks he remembers seeing Cystine fall not too long after, but the images are blurry and he hopes to high heaven that they never sharpen.) Behind him Leon feels the intimidating presence of a hunter and every instinct tells him to not stop, to go until he is alone with his friends (with Owen).

It is the realisation that the footsteps he hears are his own that brings him to an unsteady stop, out of breath and completely alone.

Leon takes a moment to calm his frayed nerves before scanning the horizon for any sign of them - for any sign of Charlie, or Aelia, or Owen. He is rewarded with the sight of dust devils spinning lightly over an empty plain, and the shimmery waves of heat over a sun-baked ground. His concern steadily rising with every passing moment, Leon turns a full circle before concluding that he must have lost them on his way out (because the alternative is too painful to think of). I thought they were with me. Guilt assuages him for a moment, and Leon stuffs it into a tiny box before casting it into the deeper recesses of his mind (where it may spring out like a jack should he see their faces hanging over his head at the end of the day).

"Frick," he mutters under his breath, squinting against the sun. Why must it be so bright? For a moment he wishes he's truly on stage where the spotlight may guide him to his friends, except that he isn't. Running a hand through his hair, Leon scans the horizon one more time (hopefully, tiredly, worriedly) before turning his gaze back where he came from. The sound of fighting is quiet now, but he doesn't know if it's over.

If they hadn't gotten out alive-

There's no time to think about that, because Leon has bigger issues than worrying about the fate of his friends. Turning away from the direction of the Bloodbath, Leon heads for any sort of shelter he can possibly find, to get away from the invasive heat that sinks its dusty claws into his skin - the nearest happens to be a convenient-looking boulder (that Leon almost skirts, eyeing it with distrust). Cautiously crouching in its narrow shade, he takes stock of what he's picked up. The knife he's got to come to know as a natural part of his body is bloodied, and Leon promises himself that when he has time he'll scrub it clean (just so he doesn't have to look and remember the way the other tributes' flesh feels as it gives way to the blade); he's got a water canteen - empty, though it should hardly surprise him - a scarf that he gratefully ties over his head to give him a weak semblance of shadow, a lantern and a bag. He stores both the canteen and the lantern in the bag before slinging it around his body; he secures his knife in his belt, where it will be an easy draw.

There is nothing for his arm, but there's not much to be done about that.

Casting quietly hopeful looks around him, Leon concludes that there is nothing good in simply waiting for a Career pack to rush through and destroy him; he pushes himself to his feet, licks his already dry lips, adjusts the surprisingly comfortable shoes on his feet before picking a direction and heading that-a-way. He has not taken two steps before the explosive sound of a cannon almost startles him into a run. He puts a hand on his thundering heart (remembering the beat of other hearts under the press of his lips) and tilts his head to listen.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Boon.

Five dead.

Nine-teen alive.

Are you one of the twenty? Are you alive?

Leon swallows and forces himself to keep moving.

He has no idea where he's going but he makes himself seem purposeful (because he knows how); he makes himself ignore the burn in his arm and the weariness pulling at his soul, the worry that pulls it apart (because there is nothing else he can do). Leon trudges onwards, aiming to place distance between him and whichever tributes who now hold the key to all that lies in the Cornucopia.

Not ten minutes has passed when he sees a figure in the distance; and his heart picks up speed and it hurts him to walk but he doesn't run.

You can waste away in a safer place
You'll get by, you'll survive
But are you really alive?

ooc: Leon receives iodine tablets from sponsor shop

[Kire]

Whatever she had been expecting as she rose to the surface of the arena, beaming like some foolish child, it had certainly not been what actually happened. As a young child the Games had been just that, games. Now that she was in the middle of it there was nothing game-like about it. She clutched her spear and tucked the strap of her bag further up her shoulder as she ran, long loping strides that would take her away from the bloodshed. Once she was certain she wasn't being followed she slowed her pace. While she was fit enough to continue on for a time she didn't want to waste the water in her body by sweating. As it was there was almost no way to keep from sweating, which worried her. If she wasn't able to find any water in the next couple of days... she would just have to find water.

But first she would have to find her allies.

They were no where she could see - in fact no one was anywhere she could see. As far as the sand stretched around her there were no shapes. It was a blessing and a curse. No one around meant she wouldn't be hunted down, but then again going without allies would be like wishing for death. She certainly didn't wish for death. There was nothing she wanted more than not to die and to return to her brothers - and to Colgate. Of course, that meant she would have to find a way to outlive twenty-three other people.

BOOM

Make that twenty-two.

BOOM

Twenty-one.

BOOM

Twenty?

BOOM

Ninteen then.

BOOM

Guess that's eighteen.

No more cannons sounded so she knew there were only nineteen others around. There was no way of knowing who was dead until that night, so she could only hope that Leon and her allies where alive somewhere. Hopefully close. She kept walking, adjusting the strap of her bag again - with nothing in it the floppy fabric liked to slide off of her shoulder - and continually scanning the horizons all around her until she spotted something. It wasn't a something, it was a someone. Preparing herself for a fight she readied her spear and moved forward as silently as possible. Thankfully the sand absorbed the sound of her movements and she was able to get near enough to make out that it was a boy before she was spotted.

The boy walked towards her, and she walked towards him. Both of them took their time, waiting to see who it was they were facing. And then suddenly she could make out his form and his hair and then his face and realized who it was.

"Leon!"

Her face broke into a smile of relief and she ran the last few feet between them. "Oh Ripred I am so glad to see you." She could have hugged him, but the sudden horrible thought that he might not be glad to see her - that he might try to kill her - kept her from doing so. "Are you alone?" It almost hurt to hear the guarded tone in her own voice but she knew she had to be careful, she didn't want to die because she trusted the wrong person. Still, this was Leon, her District partner. He was the one she had spent most of the train ride with, the one who got drunk with her when she couldn't stand the climbing tension, the one who.... Fuzzy memories of a closing door filled her mind and she pushed them away.

She had to be careful who she trusted.

"Look, I don't see anyone else around. Not my allies, not whoever you were with." She paused a moment, trying to figure out how to word her question properly. "Come with me." The words blurted from her mouth before she could say it any neater. At least it was direct. "We'll need someone else in order to make it here." She extended a hand to him to take, a hand to bring them back together and to show him that she didn't want him dead. A hand for him to prove he wasn't all flirting and lying.

She wanted to think of it as offering him life.

[анзие (Anz)]

Leon doesn't know to be disappointed or relieved that the girl standing before him is neither the ever sassy Charlie nor the sweet, dreamy Aelia. Either way, Siren Baitwell seems to have gotten out with no worse for wear (and a part of him cannot keep his eyes off her face). A part of him feels like he might break down at any moment (from fear, from worry that he shouldn't have let himself feel, this is all his fault; he should have never gotten so attached) but he puts on a brave face and looks Siren Baitwell in the eye.

"Are you alone?" The question shouldn't haunt him as much as it does right now, but Leon gives a stiff little nod, his expression closing off as he struggles to accept it. For better or for worse he's lost the friends he'd come to know (to like, to feel something a little more than like even).

"I didn't expect to see you here," he mumbles, and maybe it's not clear or loud because Siren doesn't respond but to say, "Look, I don't see anyone else around. Not my allies, not whoever you were with. ...Come with me. We'll need someone else in order to make it here."

Leon shakes his head slowly, trying to clear the numbing fog that's settled over his head and looks down to see Siren's hand extended towards him. Without thinking he says, "The last time you offered something to me we got drunk and I was slightly hungover for our 'grand entrance'." It's a poorly disguised, Can I trust you?, because the Games are hard but for Leon trust is equally so; he lifts his gaze to meet Siren's eyes, trying to read behind her clear irises. I trusted Owen, I trusted Charlie, and I trusted Aelia. The time he'd spent with them in the center had been genuine, multiple times he could've been struck (and he had been, by Charlie, but they'd fixed it up - they'd turned what was a rocky beginning into a smoother companionship that Leon had come to enjoy), poisoned; Leon had been placed vulnerable before Owen's very eyes, had his mask slip because he'd been so caught in soaking up the other boy's shy smile; but the memory behind closed doors with Siren is clouded by alcohol and the heat (anger-hurt-pain) of the moment.

Can I trust you?

Quietly, "I don't remember much of it."

Do you?

He breathes, and Siren's hand's before his eyes wavers and curls lightly like it's going to pull back. Leon looks back up at her and clears his throat. "If-"

Leon pauses, recalling the cameras, recalling the situation. Pull it together. He quirks his lips up into the tiniest smile and levels his gaze with hers (his heart pounds aches hurts but his disguise doesn't slip - Are you proud of me now?). "So if I join you, and we get the chance..." Leon lets his voice tail away teasingly even as he reaches out with one broad hand to catch Siren's. He lifts it gently to brush her knuckles against his lips, bending forwards just a little to avoid a stretch; all the while he keeps an eye on her weapon, an eye on the horizon to watch for her bloodthirsty alliance.

"It sounds like a plan, Siren Baitwell," he tells her, and adds, "Shall we get moving?" He glances over his shoulder, then over hers. "I don't think hanging around here is too great an idea."

Without waiting for a response he scans their surroundings, and beckons her to follow as he picks a random direction away from the carnage that was the Bloodbath. "Come on, little bird. This way."

[Kire]

He took too long to take her hand, so long that she was wondering if he might turn on her. She didn't know if she could kill him or not - he was a reminder of the ocean, perhaps the only one she had left at the moment. Then she saw his jaw work and his mouth move as he tries to begin a sentence. "If-" But then he stopped and she wondered what was going on. Suddenly his lips twitched into a tiny smile and he meets her eyes for the first time since she had found him. "So if I join you, and we get the chance..." The tease hadn't sounded like what he had originally meant to say, but she let him keep it and flashed him a smile of her own. She said nothing though, but she did give him a wink in response. "It sounds like a plan, Siren Baitwell, shall we get moving?"

He looked around and it was then she realized they were still standing out in the open, perfect targets for that Career pack or any other bloodthirsty souls that might happen upon them. Sure she and Leon could both fight, but if it was two against the world - well the world would win. "I don't think hanging around here is too great an idea." She nodded, surprisingly mute, as she ran through thoughts in her head. When the image of the District two boy popped into her head she shuddered and muttered a quiet "yeah." She watched him look around again before gesturing for her to follow. Her outstretched hand forgotten, she promptly stuck it back at her side and glared at him. It was hard to keep that glare when he called back to her. "Come on, little bird. This way."

Rolling her eyes, she walked after him. Catching up to him in a few strides she gave him a punch on the shoulder. "Sure Mr. forgetful, let's go."

* * *

They walked on for a while, not seeing anything but sand and their own shadows, until they came across two people. They were both injured and it was clear they had gotten on the wrong end of someone. She recognized one of them as the girl she had stabbed in the leg. Sheepishly she approached, gesturing for Leon to follow. They could always ambush them and kill them, it would mean less competition later, but her own words to Leon repeated through her head and she knew that she couldn't do that. We'll need someone else in order to make it here. Perhaps two more someones.

[Siren receives a whole bunch of stuff 2 Shin Guards, 2 Gloves, Armored Vest, Jar of Tar, 3 Empty Canteens, and 5 Med Kits from sponsorship]
[Siren gives Leon Krigel 1x Shin Guards, 1x Med Kit]
[Siren gives May Rhodes 1x Gloves, 1x Med Kit]
[Siren gives Jacinda 1x Gloves, 1x Med Kit]
[Siren equips Shin Guards and Armored Vest]
[Siren uses First Aid on Jacinda]
[Siren uses one N/T on Jacinda for -5, and 5ft Bandage for -1]
[Siren gives May the half-used N/T for -5, and 5ft Bandage for -1]
[Siren gives Leon 5ft Bandage for -1]

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May kept on running as fast as she could. She wanted to make sure she got distance between her and the horrors of the bloodbath. Was it possible that he had lost her entire alliance there? She didn't want to think about that. The others had to have gotten away. She knew one of them didn't but she had to hold onto that hope. Holding onto hope was not something that May did very well though. If she were to admit it she was completely and utterly terrified at this moment. She was trying to cradle her arm as she ran as well. She was wounded and she need to at least attempt to try something with her arm but for now all she could do was hold it and hope that holding it would stop the bleeding. She took a deep breath and it stung her lungs to do so. The sixteen year old tribute was lost in her own mind for the time being.

Her feet kept on running. At least all the running she had done as a small child and in the training center was coming in handy. You had to learn to run before you could learn to stand there and defeat you enemy. If she and her alliance could just hold out for day one that was. The images of dead bodies filled her mind and had she not been running should would have probably lost it. THe blood was filling her mind now and blood was never a good thing for the sixteen year old. A that's when she started to flip a switch. A voice coming into her mind trying to coax her to be calm. "May calm down, think this through we are counting on you. You know you will be okay. stop running so quickly look....call out for your alliance." Bryce's voice was trying to coach her through all of this and she knew that but it was hard to calm when all she was seeing n the vast about of sand was blood. "All the times I told you to open up. Don't remember them May. Shut down and become numb. It will help." Those words could never be truer then they were in this moment. Bryce was thinking the same things she was or maybe it was that Bryce had become the voice of her conscious.

She took another deep breath and slowed in pace just a little bit. It was at the time she slowed in pace that she heard something behind. A small flash of metal almost had her paralyzed before she realized what it was. May stopped and watched the parachute come down next to her feet. She looked around and then called out for one of her alliance members. If she found one she'd find the other. "Jacinda!!" She picked up the package attached to the parachute and when she opened it she smiled. A weapon, the steel shone bright in the desert sun. It brought a small comfort and a small calm over the sixteen year old holding it. She could do damage with this she could still win this. A note had come along with it and she looked at it for a moment before reading it. You got this May--Kent. A smile crept along her face and she took another deep breath and called out again as she started to move. "Jacinda where are you?" She knew screaming was potentially a bad idea after all others that wanted to kill her had ran too but it was the only thing she could think of.

A few moments later, another parachute was sitting at her feet with a backpack attached to it. The note simply stated make use of this as much as possible. She was going too she slung it on her back and continued to look for Jacinda or even Nocturne as either of them would likely bring joy to her heart for the moment. May didn't want to think of the worst happening not yet. She had to turn off and become numb that was going to take time because at the present moment she was worried about finding Jacinda or someone that she could protect and that could protect her.

{used first aid now at 8.5 health, recieved bowie knife and backpack
receives gloves from siren and equips them
receives med kit from siren and uses it
receives half used N/T and 5ft Bandage from Siren and uses both
total damage now at 2.5}

[Deleted]

[presto]

[/presto]

{JACINDA}

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THERE'S NOT A ROAD I KNOW THAT LEADS TO ANYWHERE

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Marianne. Cadman. Marianne. Cadman.

Their blank faces flicker through my mind like faulty lights, reminding me of their slaughter. I run through the desert - leaving a trail of blood behind me - with intentions to escape the bloody scene at the Cornucopia. But I can't escape the sound of the cannons.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

The first two belong to Marianne and Cadman. The Capitol is mocking me. They sound their loud, obnoxious cannon to celebrate the death of another tribute and rub it in that two of my allies are gone, swept away in a bloody mess. I bet the Gamemakers are dancing with joy. They must be getting another cannon ready - I'm dying, dammit.

My pain expels Marianne and Cadman's faces from my head, leaving me with nothing to hold onto except for the false hope that I might make it. I'm bleeding heavily, mostly from my calf and stomach, where I was stabbed. I have never felt anything like this before. I've never felt pain, real pain before. I have never suffered.

But now, my world is pain. It seizes my thoughts, my body, and my voice - making me whimper and wince and cry. (I won't scream, not here.) The only two things I can think of is how much it hurts, and how much I want to survive. I muster the little strength that I have and keep pushing forwards, forcing myself to keep moving. I can't give up, I won't give up. Not yet.

"May?" I call. "May!"

I pray to Ripred that her heart is still beating.

And I hear my own name being called.

"Jacinda!" It's May's voice. Good Ripred, I never thought I'd hear that voice again. Her call is like music to my ears.

"I'm here, May!" I yell louder. "I'm here."

"Jacinda where are you?"

"I can't be too far off," I call.

I nearly drag myself across the blistering hot sand. I don't look back, in fear that I will see pools of my own blood mixed in with desert sand. My skin feels like it's on fire where I've been cut. But the fire is the most intense on my stomach and on my calf. I wince about every ten seconds in pain, biting my lip so I don't start screaming.

And then I see something in the sky. It's a silver parachute, gently floating down to greet me. Tied to the parachute is a container, which must hold something that I need. It lands softly next to me, making a quiet thump as it hits the ground. My hands scramble for the parachute, and when I finally have it in my grasp, a smile curves my lips, despite my pain. I smile because I know that someone cares if I live or die, and that is enough to make me happy. Even if it is some narcissistic Capitolite who only sees me as a piece of the Capitol's brutal Game.

Inside is a backpack. I was hoping for water or medicine or food, but it's better than nothing. At least I have something to carry my things in. "Thank you," I whisper to whoever is watching.

After only about fifteen minutes of practically dragging myself through the desert, I collapse in a pile of tears and blood. I glance up, and I see . . . tributes. Neither of them is May - they're both blonde. It takes me about a second to realize who they are.

Siren Baitwell and Blaise - or Leon, whatever he's called - Krigel.

I am immediately racked by a wave of fear. My heart is hammering even faster than it was in the Bloodbath, because now I'm even more defenseless than I was. I'm broken and bleeding and on the brink of death. These people are Careers, they're from District Four. And they're going to kill me. It won't be difficult.

And yet, I find the strength to stand up and raise my weapon. I rise from the ground slowly, agony spiraling through my body at my sudden movement. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but I can't cower and let them kill me. I can't beg for mercy, either. I'm all out of options except for one: fight. Pain rips through my arm as I raise the ball and chain in warning, and I bite my lip so an agonized scream doesn't escape my mouth.

"Back . . . away," I croak.

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WITHOUT A LIGHT I FEAR THAT I WILL STUMBLE IN THE DARK

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{jacinda receives a backpack from sponsorship}

[анзие (Anz)]

They run into two girls Leon vaguely remembers from their time in the center - Jacinda something-Hispanic (with a flash he recalls the feel of his knife slicing into flesh and Leon has to suppress a grimace as his hand curls into a fist, nails digging into his skin) and May Rhodes. To his eyes he recognizes the many hurts that Jacinda must feel (and there's guilt clogging his throat, damn it all).

Sorry, Siren.

Leon veers off their path towards the girls in the dust. He feels like he should be wary about them, but he knows they're on their own now. Like Siren and I both.

"Are you alright?" he asks cautiously when he's within earshot. Carefully he keeps himself out of attacking range, his hands held palms-out to try and prove to them he means no harm. God, this is such a stupid idea.


OOC
Leon finds 2 rations of chewy pork meat.
Leon gives 1 ration of chewy pork meat to Siren
Leon gives 1 ration of chewy pork meat to May
Leon receives 1x Shin Guards, 1x Med Kit from Siren, 5ft bandages
Leon equips shin guards
Leon receives 1 medkit from sponsor shop
Leon uses n/t for -5
Leon uses the 5ft of bandages received from Siren for -1

[Kire]

When she turned to look for Leon he wasn't there, instead he was already on his way over to the two girls. Of course he would be the one to go off without asking, he seemed a little stuck in his own mind. She approaches slower than him, watching for any sign these two might try and attack. There were the remains of some sponsorship parachutes near them and she gave a smug look at them. That was when she noticed more parachutes coming down. Almost like a storm of silver leaves they fell towards the four of them. When they landed she went over and to her amazement she found that they were all labelled with her name on them. All except for two, which she passed off to Leon as she read his name from the tag.

She opened the largest of them, extracting a vest, shin guards - two pairs, gloves - two pairs, and nestled in the middle was a jar of black goop. There was a note taped to the top of the jar and she peeled it off. Looking at is she couldn't help but smile, and she lifted her head to search for a possible camera. She waved the note and kept beaming. On the paper was a little stick figure blowing bubbles, the words beside him reading "Hope this is enough to help." She might have kissed the paper if she wasn't around Leon, or those other two. I knew he would come through.

One other pod had a note in it, just a simple picture of a bubble with no words, but it was enough. She looked at the large collection of items around her, then at her three companions. "Oh well, c'mon then." Making sure to be as even as possible she handed out some of her stash. The things she kept to herself was one of the canteens, a medical kit, the vest, one pair of shin guards, and the jar of goop. The rest she handed to each of them. This was meant to be shared. There was no way she could have gotten all of these things on accident right as she had come across others. Someone meant for her to become acquainted with these people.

Once again she tried to look for a camera. Thank you.

[Siren receives 1 portion of chewy pork meat from Leon]

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May kept moving because moving meant staying alive for a little while longer. She adjusted the backpack once and finding that it fit better that way she kept going. The knife she kept in her hand the feel of it kept her calm and it kept the blood away. It was ironic really the thing she most feared was going to become her greatest not living ally here in this place. She was going to slowly turn into the man she feared being so much like. However, this wasn't her choice she wanted to live. She had been made to do this unlike her father who had done it just because. She recalled the last second she'd seen him that day. His eyes were so sad. Those eyes would haunt her until her dying breath she was sure but that was fine by her right now. All she wanted was make it out alive or make it past the first day at the moment. She couldn't die today because if she died today what would that look like on Soap. She had to try at least. She had to make it through and she prayed Nocturne would too.

Then she heard it Jacinda calling back for her. She started moving faster and faster to get to the othr girl. She had to be close by exactly where she wasn't sure. She came skidding to a halt just as she heard Jacinda say back away and to hear other voices. Oh shit this wasn't going to be good. She was still wounded herself how the hell was she supposed to be able to fight people off with injuries already. She shook her head not really caring about it and she made her last few steps towards Jacinda. The blood on her comrade almost made her stop though. She took a deep breath. "I'm here now Jacinda. I'm so sorry." She looked up at the other two tributes. She was trying to recall what district they were from and it dawned on her. She looked at them both her eyes staring daggers at them. "Back away from her." She stood infront of Jacinda staring down Leon and Siren.

They were going to need help but should they take it from the ones standing infront of them. They weren't attacking as of yet but that could change. After all the mere fact that they were in completely different districts wouldn't stop them and Death was the name of the game. She took a deep breath and waited because there was no way in heck she was going to allow someone to hurt Jacinda again.

May looks warily at the male when he asks them if they are alright. There is something in the distance that looks interesting but she doesn't move towards it. She just waits. A few moments later she is recieving meat and she's not sure what to do with it. "Thank you."

{recieves 1 portion of chewy pork meat from Leon}

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[presto]

[/presto]

{JACINDA}

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THERE'S NOT A ROAD I KNOW THAT LEADS TO ANYWHERE

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My calls are answered at last.

"I'm here now, Jacinda. I'm so sorry," says May.

A smile curves my lips as I see her familiar face, a face that belongs to a friend. "Thank Ripred," I sigh. "I thought you were dead for a moment . . . like the others." My voice wavers when I mention our dead allies, and my eyes threaten tears. "I'm glad you're okay." Once I'm done talking, I quickly go back to biting my lip. The pain is easier to cope with now that I'm more used to it, but it lingers like fire does after it's done its damage.

And suddenly, she becomes hostile, but not towards me. Towards the Careers. "Back away from her," she demands.

Leon holds is hand up and says cautiously, "Are you alright?" Judging by his cautious, peaceful body language, he doesn't seem to want to fight.

"What does is it look like?" I say softly. There isn't any anger or bitterness in my voice, only wariness. I don't remember him attacking me during the Bloodbath, but I still don't trust him. "I don't think he means any harm," I say, lowering my weapon. "But I'm not sure about her," I add, the image of Siren stabbing my calf flashing through my head.

I don't want to hurt her, but I am unsure that she doesn't want to hurt me. She did stab me, after all, but she was doing what I would have done. She was trying to make it out of there, and I was a threat. It's life or death; Siren chose life.

They're probably not going to hurt you, I reassure myself. If they were going to, they would have done it by now. Reassuring myself has calmed me down a little, but I take a small step back just to be safe.

My eyes flicker over to Siren, who has come closer. And with her, she brings rain - wait, what? For a moment, hope sparks inside of me (maybe I won't die from dehydration), and I look up to clarify that it truly is rain falling from the sky. But it is not rain falling from the sky, no, it is better than rain. It is parachutes from sponsors.

Siren takes various items out of the containers attached to the parachutes, and to my surprise, she starts handing some of the items out to people - including me. She gives me gloves and a med kit, and then she hands out more items to the others. And then she starts healing us.

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WITHOUT A LIGHT I FEAR THAT I WILL STUMBLE IN THE DARK

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{Jacinda receives x1 gloves from Siren}
{Jacinda receives x1 med kit from Siren}
{Jacinda receives first aid from Siren for -3 damage}
{One N/T is used on Jacinda by Siren for -5 damage}
{5ft of bandages is used on Jacinda by Siren for -1 damage}
{Jacinda equips gloves}