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"No one was saying going off alone was a good idea," Delta Ten told Delta One almost dismissively. People who didn't pay attention or who made assumptions were going to get killed. People who also believed running around together like a giant herd of sheep were also likely to get killed. He didn't want to be trotting along with those people that was clear.

He knew, though, that going alone wasn't good, no matter how many idiots might be sprinkled into the group. He needed to be patient and listen to those that seemed to have some common sense. That didn't mean, however, he wanted to take an hour to sit here and discuss it like a bunch of bureaucrats. So, he was still going to push action, regardless of emotional states.

Delta Twelve seemed to be pretty reasonable, as did D-3, for all his stupid cheerfulness. "I think small groups is best," he agreed with Delta Twelve and nodded in the direction of D-3, "And if people wanted to keep, say, those small groups in contact and support that'd be a good idea too. Solo scouts probably won't last long, though everyone is, of course entitled to make their own decision." He honestly didn't care if someone wanted to run off and get themselves shot up right at the start or what have you.

"That said," he commented, heaving his bag over his shoulder, "I still don't believe in p***y footing it around here. So we should either make this fast or let the indecisive ones stay here as their own group." Not everyone was going to be happy and those people could just stay here and be miserable together.

"What say you quiet mice?" He looked at some of the other members of the group, his mask turned very particularly in Delta Two's direction. He might have been busy, but he hadn't been above noticing the guy had bandages.

D6 looked up when voices began to call out suggestions. She felt a wave of resentment, almost anger as the one who had called out before-- D-3?-- began to give orders. Does he really have the right to take control, with that stupid optimism...
She stood as a figure standing nearby, Delta One, began to speak with what seemed like a female voice. Whatever the situation was, joining one of these groups seemed like a better option than being caught off-guard alone, and killed instantly. But the conversation going on almost seemed like a power struggle, as a few argued between splitting up or staying together. Wetting her lips as she waited for Delta Ten to finish speaking, D6 replied, "Small groups seem reasonable. We could split up by our numbers, three or four to a group."

Delta 7 was slow to awake. He may have continued to sleep longer, if not for the babble of voices intruding on his dreams. With a groan, he rolled over and forced his eyes open. He blinked blearily about. There was something wrong with his vision... It took him a few moments to remember the gas mask and the classroom. Right, some crazy kind of survival test. Or so the masked guys in charge had said.

"I can tell I won't be getting back to sleep easily," he muttered. Not with the memories of their 'introduction' swimming in his head.

He grunted as he rose to his feet. There was a group of others a short distance away, discussing or arguing about something. He bypassed them, inspecting the surroundings first. The tent held very little in it. He did pick up one of the bag of supplies left on the table. A quick perusal showed a first aid kit and a wooden stake. It could be worse. No wait, it couldn't. Just who the hell thought a stake was a proper weapon? Who did they think he was, Buffy?

A beeping had him glancing around, then finally discerning it came from his belt. A mobile phone had been clipped there. He didn't remember having that... Curious, he unclipped it and checked to see who could be texting him. The contents of the message had him scowling. Their helpful overlords, it seemed. And geez, what a message to wake up to. Kill most of the others on the island within a week, or everyone was dead. How uplifting.

D7 wasn't in the best of moods when he wandered over the group that had formed. He caught the mention of breaking into smaller groups and exploring. "I'm down with that," he said. "Nothing else to be found in this tent. Might as well see where we've been dumped."

And he wanted to know what the others in his squad were capable of. See if it was worth sticking together as a squad and hoping the others on the island (because there'd been many more people than this in that classroom) fell to infighting first, or if infighting here would be the best way to go. He didn't know yet. They were just random thoughts, but he wanted to know more before making any decisions.

He waited to see who else wanted to split up, and how many groups would be going.

Delta 5.

The name rang out clearly in her head as the faint vibrations of a cell phone woke her up. Groaning as she sat up, head throbbing as voices slowly began to sink... seeming to be one of the last few to wake up from the sounds of things. Making out a few that seemed to be talking about pairing up and how to survive, figuring it might be a good time to check her phone then and get up if people were leaving.

Yawning a bit 5 reached down and grabbed her phone and took a look at the messages there. Well if this wasn't lovely. But hey, at least there was a goal in mind and as she looked around the room it wasn't as if they were left with nothing. This was workable, and if people worked together, some of them from this group might actually survive and see thing through 'till the end. Time to get up then and see who all might want to team up... seemed that there was a group over there with some guy calling himself D-3... that might prove to be a good spot.

Hopping up off the floor 5 went over to the table to grab her back pack, taking a quick keep inside at it's contents. The things that popped out at her first was the first aid kit and a small dagger. Good to know... at least healing would be possible and no need to feel completely defenseless. Closing it back up she toss it on and glanced around the room some before making her way over towards some of the others, content to listen to the game plan for the time being.

"Excuse me," Delta Four murmured softly, clearing her throat. "I believe two or three teams of two should scout to see what all is around us, and is available to us. The rest of us can do something else, should they so wish. That way we can get a good feel for what is exactly around us." She rolled a shoulder, letting out a long sigh. Two small groups wasn't such a good idea, because what if one group was completely decimated? Smaller groups had a better chance to survive, at least one from each group, should something happen.

And Delta Four had no idea what was going to happen.

Already standing at the tent's entrance, D6 lifted the flap of the bright green material and peered outside. The jagged, rocky land outside was obscured with a thick fog- she could barely see two feet into the distance.

She turned around, towards Delta Twelve as he spoke, glad she wouldn't be leaving the tent alone, though she grimaced inwardly at his following comment, a little feministic reflex that she quickly put aside- I should take whatever help I can get. "If one more person will come with us, we can set out right away. I think a group of three at least would have an advantage over a pair."

"I don't know how we're going to get to any of the other places. There's a fog outside that seems too thick to travel anywhere far. But we can try."

D7 shot D4 a skeptical glance. "We all have first aid kits and weapons," he pointed out. "I'm with whoever said groups of three or four. Two is just asking for trouble." At least with witnesses, no one would get ideas about killing off a rival for the final thirteen positions so early on. Also, D7 wanted to know the capabilities of the rest of Delta Squad - going out with just one other person wouldn't tell him anything.

"If people wanna go in smaller or larger groups, that's fine. Whatever. But I'm heading out and I'm looking to go with two or three others. The rest of you do what you want. Stay here arguing, if that's all you can do."

It seemed that D7 was a rather gruff type of guy. And just a little impatient.

Spinning on his heel, he made for the entrance of the tent. "Whoever wants can come along... or not. I don't much care."


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"I realize that, but some of us have different weapons." Delta Five gave a small cough of a laugh.

She nodded at Delta Seven's statement, following after the two, giving a last glance to those in the tent, and a small half wave. "We'll be back. Probably."

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