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Theta Thirteen turned ever so slightly cocking his head at Theta One. All her jumping about and such seemed a bit... out of place he supposed considering the current situation. "Yes, I suppose we are all Theta in this tent, now quiet down a bit before you bring any attention to our tent." Heaven forbid another person was near by looking for a target.

Turning back to Theta Five he gave another simple shrug. "No clue what we could find in the town, weapons, supplies, people like us, or locals even." Assuming locals actually existed around here. "I say we go now rather then later, the longer we wait the more likely someone else moves before we do."

Turning around to face some of the others Theta 13 raised his hand. "Listen up, me and uh...." He paused for a moment looking at Theta Five before spotting the the large V stamped on his gear. "Me and Five are going to head north to the town. We'll probably cut across the road leading to the light house, and then off the road till we get closer to the town. If anyone wants to come, speak up now."

Theta Seven woke up feeling like he'd been run over by at least three trucks and then had a bunch of bricks dumped on him just for good measure. He lurched into action checking his person over and giving everything a cursory glance and even took a moment to stare at his cell phone's message with a feel of something akin to indifference but not when it concerned his own survival. He had no intention of dying any time soon he gazed around through the circles of his mask not feeling too bothered by the fact that he was wearing one. He had no real urge to remove it - he enjoyed the anonymity of it and it made it easier to not with these people he found himself with. Not that he was against making friends or rather allies but it was safer not to get attached considering what the text said.

He went through the motions of being awake and claiming things - like a backpack and a first aid kit - as his. He reached into the bag and finding a small hand club and honestly not thinking too much of it other than the fact that it was a close range weapon and didn't really care for that aspect but he'd go with it. After a bit of looking around and making sure he had everything he decided to answer the person that mentioned that there was movement afoot and if anyone wanted to come along, "I'll go with. Safety in numbers or some crap," he drawled quietly as he moved closer. Theta Seven had no reason to linger - it felt unwise to stay in one place anyways.

"I'm ready whenever," he added after a small awkward pause on his part.

When he woke up, he tried to rub at his face, only to feel the hard edges of the gas mask against his fingertips. He rolled onto his side and lay there a moment, thinking things over until he felt the buzzing vibration of the cell phone at his belt. What he read there did little to reassure him.

He had wanted this, the man had said earlier. Blood running cold in his veins, he found it hard to believe, in the here and now. Were they really going to have to kill others to get out of this place alive? Could the man have been lying? Did it even matter anymore if the man had been lying? The Thetas could be trapped here for good, and even if they weren't, there were others willing, perhaps even eager, to kill them.

Bracing a hand against the cot frame, he sat up in a hurry, the sounds of other Thetas waking up no longer quite so reassuring. What if someone decided to start their killing spree bright and early? He cast a quick glance around the tent, taking a quick mental count of all the other Thetas, whatever that signified. "There are thirteen of us. We could all survive," he said with more optimism than he felt. He went back to fiddling with the cell phone, but whatever he tried, the cell phone stayed obstinately blank.

There were much too many questions, much too many unknowns. He could think about those later, he decided. (If there was even a later for him. He shoved that depressing thought to the back-boiler of his mind, letting the thought simmer in the subconscious.) There was at least one easy choice ahead of him.

Moving to the tables, he helped himself to a first aid kit, then the backpack numbered nine. A moment's rummaging inside the backpack revealed extra bandages. Behind the gas mask, his mouth quirked into a wry ghost of a smile. "Looks like I'll be playing field medic."

Bits and pieces of conversation floated into Theta Nine's awareness. "I'll come with, if you'll have me," he called out, putting the bandages away and shouldering his backpack. "The town might have clues about why we're here." It might have other people waiting in ambush too, he thought, but hey, they could come here as well. No point in waiting around for attackers to show up. And he really, really wanted to know what was going on.

Theta Nine balled up one hand into a fist experimentally, testing the flex of the protective gear. It occurred to him that he had done this before and that it had been easier without the gloves, but he wasn't going to risk taking off any of the protective gear until he understood more of what they were dealing with here. "Even if I don't have a weapon like the rest of you, I've got a pair of fists. And I figure the bandages will come in handy later on."

Theta four snorted, his bag slung over his shoulder, nunchucks tucked into his belt.

"If you all want to stick around here and wait for whoever to pick you off one by one, go right ahead. I for one am not hiding here like a coward."

His arms crossed, walking to the third table to look at the map, eyes narrowed as he studied it, trying to figure out where they were. Heh, as if he was just going to sit around here and wait. For all he knew it was every man for himself, or would later turn that way. He wasn't going to be the first to strike at the members of his 'squad', but he sure as hell wasn't letting his guard down around them either.

A look around the group, and then he was walking to the tent's exit, stepping out into the fog beyond. His eyes strained to see through his mask into the fog, searching for what (and who) may be lurking nearby.

"We're not alone here."

Theta-Five listened to Thirteen with a nod, distracted for a moment as he sat his knapsack on a nearby cot that was now empty and was arranging his backpack. He wanted to put the map back in, but then he noticed how he had shoved the first-aid kits in there and pulled them out, and then started to arrange everything in order. Once everything was set more neatly in, he folded up his map nicely and slipped it into the knapsack before closing it and putting it back on his shoulder. In the time that took, Theta-Thirteen had called out for anyone to follow, and Five looked up before moving alongside Thirteen and frowning.

As eager as everyone seemed to be, Five was feeling a nagging distaste for just rushing out now. “Wait. Wait. WAIT! Before we do anything, everyone who wants to go to Town with us has to come up here and form a line, and also show what weapon they have so we can take stock. I also want to arrange it and see how we’re doing this. We can’t just rush off in a messy heap.” The idea of just running like a mob greatly disturbed him, and he looked around at the various volunteers that would comprise a team and debated if they should leave in order of height or in order of what weapon they had OR NUMBER! Oh, but then he couldn’t be near Thirteen. Maybe just height, though if he went with alphabetically through weapon, mace and stake were close, right? Unless someone had a pipe. That could through a wrench in that arrangement. First things first. He had to see who was coming and who had what.

Her head. Her <******** head.

Well she didn't remember much, but at least she remembered how to swear. A wordless groan came out as soon as the girl woke up, the blur of lights and sounds from all around swarming and hitting her like an anvil straight to the head. An iron ball replaced her brain, crunching into the sides of her skull as she moved to sit up. Fumbling, her hands went through reflexive motions, fingers stretching to stroke through hair that she couldn't find. What the hell, Was the first blurry thought, followed by is this a joke? Tugging and pulling and mapping the mask on her face, the girl slowly roused from her daze. Soundless background noise was turning into words, the somewhat warm cot beneath her only furthering her confusion. Where was she? Her lips formed into a tight line beneath the gas mask, eyes blinking rapidly to try and try and get rid of the iron ball in her head. And then she remembered that she didn't remember anything, and another metaphorical anvil seemed to drop from the heavens above.

Sluggishly, her feet dropped over the side of the cot, and in a matter of three-two-one, she hefted herself up. The ground blurred viciously, ears ringing and the need to vomit rising in the back of her throat. Swallowing her fear, she stared blankly out at the figures before her, all cloaked in the same genderless gear. Slowly, like rusted metal, her head cocked to the side, a low buzzing pitch reaching her ears. Fumbling, she found a cell phone - funny, where had that come from? - and made for rapid fire button pressing until the screen slowly flickered to life. "Hello there," She found herself crooning. She sounded like a croaking, half dead whale. Okay, talking was out of the question now. Snapping her jaw shut beneath the mask, the girls eyes narrowed, the words appearing in clear, black etched lines.

Good morning, it has been three days...

Mon dieu, -- Wait. She knew french? Since when? Cue rolling of eyes, cue continuation of message. Obviously Theta-two had no idea how to keep herself focused.

Only thirteen... -

Everyone will be killed.

Killed. Kill. Death. Dead.

A shiver ran up her spine, but she figured she was either a very passive person, or the shock was overriding the panic button nestled somewhere in her brain, because all she could do was stare blankly at the far wall. A statue in motion, she craned her head to the others, caught a few snatching bags off of the table. Theta-two wasn't much of a pick-pocket, but damn were her fingers quick in swooping in like hawks to retrieve her own supplies. Her hands brushed over something sharp - a wooden stake? Her mind instantly went to Vampires. Well that was just great. I'm so dead. Continuing, the girl sighed, her head pulsing to remind her she still had a heart beat. After all, mysterious island entitled creepy moments where the hero geared up with weapons and other fun toys to play with when the villains came around. Theta-two's hands paused as she fumbled to tuck the phone away. But when had it ever been stated that she was the good guy? Sagging her shoulders a bit, she twisted her attention towards the sound of voices, caught bits and pieces of conversation.

What were they talking about -- leaving?

... To be honest, it sounded like a pretty good idea. After all, all that talk of death and dead people, the idea of being killed and being the one pulling the trigger was taking its toll. Who would want to stay in one place and wait for the creepers in the night to come? Not her. Survival instincts kicking in - or at least, what was left of them if she even had any, - the girl slid towards the small group like a snake, oddly silent for someone in armor and a gas mask. Maybe she'd been a ninja in her past life. The girl quickly pushed the dumb joke out of her head. Yeah ******** right. Close enough now, Theta-two opened her mouth behind the leather of the gasmask, only to be cut off by a loud voice.

"Wait. Wait. WAIT!"

The iron ball returned. The iron ball rolled right into the side of her skull. "Mon dieu," She snapped loudly, shifting her knapsack on her shoulder. Nudging her way up towards the group and beside the loud whatever-that-voice-sounded-manly-enough number five, the girl clicked her tongue. "Could you be any louder, boyo?" Shuffling a bit, she stared at the world beyond the open tent entrance, her heart pounding a little as realization settled in. She had no memory. She was stuck here with a group who could very well be one of the bad guys in disguise. Hell, she could be the bad guy herself. But hyperventilation wasn't part of her plans, so she just turned to Theta-five, the one who'd been yelling. Then her eyes turned to the rest of the group, counting off the numbers one by one. For now, they were the only people around, and she had a sinking feeling that she didn't like to be alone.

"Sorry," She said next, a caustic taste to her tone, hidden behind the slightly hesitant next words. Shuffling a bit, she glanced at the scattered gas mask cadets. "Is it alright if I join you guys? It'd be s**t to be alone right now. Well, alone with whoever dragged us here in the first place." Her hands flicked and gestured to the entrance, her weight shifting to one foot.

Well, one of them might have been the bad guy, but she was willing to give damn near anything a shot at this point. And if that meant trusting gas mask troupers who looked nearly identical then her then... well, she supposed it couldn't be much worse than being all alone.

Gazing back at the other, Theta-two raised a brow. It was only a moment later that she realized no one would even be able to see it. Dropping a sigh, she rolled her shoulders, gathering her dwindling wits into what they were worth. Her head tilted, the iron ball slowly becoming nothing more than a dull throb. "Suppose so..." She smiled; again, she had to remind herself it couldn't be seen. "But hell, you know what always happens to big groups in horror flicks." Her shoulders tilted up into a shrug, her eyes turning to the open flaps of the tent. "And I don't know how this is much different." She was starting to believe she was kind of talkative too. The caustic bite in her undertones felt at home, but the overall humor that stuck in her brain, dark and wet and clinging was what amused her the most. How could one be amused by themselves? Maybe she was just all sorts of crazy inside.

Considering new words in the absence of responses, Theta-two was only stopped by the distanced sound of something in the fog, and the stranger's head turning. When he spoke up, a twist and turn of words and I-might-get-killed-now's, Theta-two blinked, once, twice, before realizing that he was already gone. Forgetting herself in the moment, gas mask, armor, knapsack, and all, the girl turned her eyes towards the rest of the group. "If you hear a curse to shame a sailor, that was probably me," She teased, her humor dripping with fear as she dashed out after the other, if only out of sheer stupidity. "Hey!" She yelled into the fog, clambering with mismatched steps after the figure that moved further into the deep. "Hey, woah, woah, woah, you aren't actually planning on going out there alone, are you, boyo? You'll die."

Further and further into the fog she went, spinning circles and getting herself lost, following a hand that might have become a trick of shadows a while ago. "Hey - woah." Pausing in the middle of the mist covered area, the girl spun herself around, pivoting on her feet and picking herself up onto her toes - as if that would do any good, brat, - her eyes widening as she realized just how lost she'd made herself trying to follow the idiot who was probably already dead. Rash, she added to her mental checklist of personality traits. Rash and about as intelligent as the guy she'd ran after.

"Seriously?" She yelled into the fog. And the fog simply stared back. "Oh, come on," It continued to stare. "This is absolutely ridiculous!"

And so she continued to run.

[ EXITING TO BOSS BATTLE ]

He had been outside the tent, searching the area around him, taking stock of his surroundings. Snort, staying inside the tent would accomplish nothing, the others could bury their heads in the sand and wait around if they wanted to, but he was taking action. As he walked he held his nunchucks in his hand, testing the weight, taking a few practice swings, maybe he was just trying to keep his hands occupied.

Then there was that familiar buzz on his belt, the chime of his phone. Snatching his phone, he read the new text message, pendants? Well then, it seemed he needed to get his hands on one, a goal to reach at last. Fine then.

Again he tried to get the phone to work, to do -something-, but again it refused to respond with anything besides those text messages (who the hell was sending them anyways?). The phone returned to his belt with a huff, Theta four turned his attention again to searching for whatever--wait, the fog had not been this thick a moment ago.

What the hell? He was sure he had been within sight of the base camp only a moment ago, but now he could see nothing, he could barely even see his own feet! His body tensed, his hair standing on end, he was sure he wasn't alone out here, being unable to see who else was around was extremely unnerving. Stay on your guard, an attack could come from anywhere!

OH GOD WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SOUND?! His hands immediately went to his ears, not that it did any good, or that he could even feel his ears for all the equipment he was wearing. Well, there was only one way to find out...

[ EXIT thread, entering BOSS BATTLE ]