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It felt... surreal. Almost too surreal. Like one of those kind of dreams where you're running down a hallway trying to reach a door, but no matter how much you run the door continues to move further away, not wanting you to reach the answer. When Z2 awoke, that's exactly what he began to search for. The answer.

The answer to where he was, to how he got here, the purpose of the masks and the suits... it was almost as if in his past, if he even had one, he had been to known to be somewhat of a curious person. Maybe someone who was always in search of an answer. A person like that would have to be intellectual, right? There was no point of mulling for the answer now though, since it did not seem like there was any time for it. He found his first answer though when he looked down on his arm to find a letter and a number. He didn't recall his name, so wherever the hell this was, that must be his new name.

Z2 rose up from the cot he had been resting on to find that the people who he had been assigned to be with had already left. They were just going to leave people behind like that? Didn't seem like a smart move, since the point of all of this was to survive and the best way to do that was to stick to the squad. Oh well, he might as well follow them if they hadn't already gotten too far. As Z2 climbed out of bed, his head was reeling. It felt like someone took a blunt object to his head and just a consistent pounding against his skull. Not to mention the claustrophobic feeling of the mask over his face, which just created even more of a discomfort. As he climbed off the cot, he found a cellphone on his body blinking with three new text messages. Messages from who though? The first message basically said what he already knew. The second message... wasn't too reassuring, to say the least. Only 13 survivors? Well, there were 12 members in his squad... wouldn't that mean all of them would survive?

Then it registered in his mind, remembering back to when he had awoken in that classroom. There were more people on the island than he thought there was... holy crap. Well, one thing was for sure, if his squad survived or not he actually didn't care so much since they were just going to leave people behind anyways, as long as HE was one of the 13 people who did make it.

The third message was something that made him even more hopeful that he would survive. Five pendants scattered about the island. If he got his hands on one, then it would totally shift this twisted game in his favor. Might as well get on it then. Z2 made his way over to a table with a one last backpack and first aid kit labeled with Z2, which was probably for him. Picking those up, he made his way to the next table and found a multitude of weapons... was he going to have to fight? Z2 felt as if he was more brain over brawn... certainly whoever had planned all this out must be some sort of demented genius that took pleasure in watching people die, but Z2 sure wasn't going to give up easily. It was a game of survival, right? Well then, survive he shall. Picking up what he thought was a handgun he made his way out of the tent to hopefully catch up with the others. If not, guess he was just on his own.

ζ II Exiting to Boss Fight.

[Zeta Eleven is entering the home base. Don't mind me, just picking up a few things.]

If Zeta Eleven was going to form a new alliance, he realized he needed direction, a sense of purpose. Of course, every location on the island was obviously wrought with equal danger, so setting out for a specific one would be no different than if he had just spun himself around five times and started walking. But knowledge was comfort, and having a solid idea of where he was headed gave him the false sense that he was in control of something. Anything.

But as he looked over the tent's single map, he realized a much more pressing matter was at hand. If he was going to make a new team, he needed a new team name. And not just any team name, but a name that would strike the fear of God into all who heard it... Though perhaps peoples' faith in that particular higher power were wavering somewhat on an island full of unholy monsters and fellow humans trying to kill them. Still, the Justice League wasn't just called "Superman and Some Dudes."

Hm. Team Zeta. Wait, no, that was already taken. Team Righteous Fury. Enh. Team Edward. Why did that one make him want to vomit? Team Odyssey Dawn. No. What kind of jackass would name anything that? Zeta Eleven and the Elevenettes. Team Alpha Seven is a Big Jerk. Team We Didn't Start This Fire.

Hm. Maybe this was going to be harder than he thought.

Z2 is entering Zeta camp.

As the two headed along the path, they finally made it back into their base camp. Z2 entered the tent alongside Z12 and spotted another one of their members already there. He had never met him before, but gave him a small wave to acknowledge his presence.

"So what's our course of action, do you think?" Z2 asked his partner. "I mean... we have no idea how many more people are out there yet. We know for sure right now that two are dead. I'm wondering how many others have died not including this area..." Z2 thought about it for a moment and made a rough estimate, "I would have to say that at least one or two people have died in the other areas. How many people are on this island, anyway? It would make most sense to head to the place where most people have died, then we can hide out there."

Team Rolling Stones. Team Team. Team The 1972 Miami Dolphins. Team Alphanumeric. Team...

Wait. That was it. How could he have not seen it before? It made so much sense! The perfect name for his perfect squadron. A name that conveyed power, awe, and maybe just a dash of magic. From henceforth, Zeta Eleven and his future allies would be known only as...

TEAM PHOENIX!

...

No, that was stupid. Team names were stupid. This island was stupid. He grumbled to himself, turning away from the map and not bothering to return either Twelve or Two's greeting. Abandoned town? Great. That sounded as nice of a place to die as anywhere else. Him? He was headed for the cornfields. Where there was vegetation, there was life. That had to be a good omen, right?

If Eleven fancied himself the leader of a new alliance, maybe he was going to have to work on his morale skills.

[Eleven is exiting the base without even saying goodbye to his teammates. He's really a nice guy when you get to know him...]

Z2 watched as Z12 left the tent and ran to go catch up with him, "There he goes again running off..." he sighed as he followed him down the tent and down the path that led to their destination... wherever that might be.


Z2 runs after Z12 to the Moving Thread

((Entering from Ready to Rumble))
Delta One, following Eta Seven closely behind into the tent, began to search with her, overturning cots, scouring the floor.
Her head shot up and looked over to the table when Eta Seven mentioned the map.
"Well, better then.."
beep-beep
"Raaaaaaaarrr!" She growled in frustration as she yanked up her cell phone to read the newest message. A test? You know what...why the hell not. The last 'task' that was texted, somebody ended up walking away with TWO pendants. She turned her head to Eta Seven.
"Grab the map. I'm doing this 'test'. If you want to come along, great, but if you don't...I understand why you'd want to stay. If I come back alive, and you didn't follow me...I will try and find you again, I guess." And then, shouting out the tent at Delta Eight, she told him the same thing. Then, with a smirk, she hit the reply button.
With that, Delta One was just...gone.
((Exiting to This is a Test))

(Entering from Ready to Rumble)
Delta Eight had finally made it to the Zeta tent/camp. He'd been working his way here since Eta Seven had left him on the beach. Now to find the map and wait for the other two.

He'd decided, while on his way here, that he would stick with the other two. He could trust them both, so he would trust the two until they gave him a reason not to. He was just hoping he was lucky enough to survive this, though he did know what would happen if more than 13 survived. But what if all you had to do, to survive if that happened, was touch a pendant? Could that be true? It was all confusing and unclear. he disliked this island and being here, wouldn't it be nice if he could swim away from here or make a raft of some sort? Though he really didn't know where he could go from here, so the point wasn't worth it.

"I do hope they both survive that test they went on." He hadn't gone on that test. He had a feeling that luck would not be with him, and he may not make it. While it would have been a good way to get a pendant, he didn't think it would wind up so good for him.