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Zeta One blinked. She paused, head cocked to the side. Behind her mask, a series of emotions played across her face, ones not particularly familiar to her. Her head tilted the other way.

They had to sacrifice one person... for the betterment of the whole? One of them, possibly even herself, had to die for that pendant thing?

A sudden feeling of survival surge through her and she found herself glancing around at everyone suspiciously. She ducked behind two others, who seemed to be Zeta Ten and Zeta Six, wanting as much space between her and the other team as possible.

She wanted to survive. And would do anything to accomplish that.

Or would she? Her eyes glanced at the two team mates in front of her. She didn't know who they were, but she'd sacrifice them with out a second glance, just so she could live? Could she do it even?

She didn't know.

But she had to live.

She just had to.

A-Three scowled all the more deeply as things seemed to fall apart around him. This was idiotic drivel, and the sooner that one of them turned on another and then that solitary one was beaten into the ground to sate this beastie, the better. Then they could all go on their merry way and live to die in the next five days. Just one, solitary, measly little blighter with a low IQ, and everyone else could be happy for a while yet...and someone would live in a rather unshakable fashion.

Oh sure, and now that his life was on the line, it seemed that Z-7 had changed his tune. Predictable, in a situation such as this one, and A-Three had to give him points for it. "All this squabbling is going to get us nowhere but killed." He muttered, frustrated. In order to keep himself safe, it seemed he was trapped within a certain level of inactivity...until something...happened.

[α IX has ENTERED]

Alpha-Nine had spaced out again, she just knew it. Her cellphone had beeped and there had been some sort of mysterious message about a pendant. Fascinated she had poked and tinkered with the phone, trying to see if there were any other messages or if she could send out texts, or call out, or well, anything, really.

She was half-tempted to try and take it apart but then she realized she didn't have a screwdriver or even a pocketknife. Maybe a large rock? She spent the next several minutes wandering around looking for one but no such luck.

In the meanwhile there was a lot of shouting from her teammates and some sort of...horse monster? Nine blinked. Perhaps she should better pay attention.

She drew closer to the group just in time to hear them talk about drawing straws. "I don't know if we could do that, even if we wanted to." She interrupted. "There's no straws around here, either."

She looked at the horse monster. "And I don't know why everyone is stressing, we're all going to die anyway." She tugged at her outfit, "Redshirts and all."

"It's just a question of when".

This was real, even though she seemed to have left reality behind. She hoped she had, anyway. If reality was like this all the time, she didn't want any of it. Something about making these decisions felt so...wrong. But I don't want to die. She looked at the creature before them, then back towards the group. Seven days. Thirteen survivors.

What Alpha One said made sense. They had done nothing to the dragon-horse. It could probably stomp them to death. That left only one option. Sacrifice. If they fought it out...well, it would be more difficult to last until the end wouldn't it. I don't want to die.

She didn't want to kill anyone, either. If they could make it fair...she glanced at the beast.
They had little chance of being rid of it unless they offered up a sacrifice. A sacrifice of one...or they would all die. Surely one life was worth that? One life for the rest. It was worth it.

Somewhere deep inside, something whispered. You could do it. You could offer- She cut the voice off. I'm sorry, the apology was for everyone else, I'm not strong enough to make that decision. I don't want to die. She was glad that the mask hid her face.

"Alright," she said, nodding at Alpha One, "I'm with you."
Better to let fate decide. She moved closer to where he and some of the other Alphas stood, all the while her mind turning in circles. No matter what decision was made, she was sure it would make her sick.

A-One watched as the group, cohesive enough not so long ago, began to fall apart. That was probably what the point was; but if one of them had to die to get out of this situation, conflict was going to happen whether he liked it or not. He frowned under the mask, mind racing in a desperate attempt to think of something that could salvage this.

He wasn't coming up with anything beyond what he'd already proposed. So he stayed silent. He'd said his piece, and until he or someone else thought of something better, waiting would probably do just about as much good as trying to yell them all down again. Well, maybe if he ...

He turned his head towards the Death Pony. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he addressed it. "Getting us worked up and not thinking straight, splitting us up again? What happens if we don't go along with this? I want to know."

"No."

Surprisingly, it was a rather firm no, for someone who had been so lack-luster. For the first time since they had awoken, Zeta Eight initiated contact without a valid reason, reaching up with her free hand to rest it on Zeta Four's shoulder, perhaps in an attempt to calm his sudden stutter. She said nothing in response to his suggestion, however -- it was clear to all that this was not a viable option, and that Zeta Four was just scrounging for a peaceful solution, one that would not kill one of the people that in such a short time they had grown so close to. It was a logical response, in a way... or as logical as any of their responses had been.

"What do you suggest, Seven?"

It almost didn't sound like a question, her voice maintaining it's monotone as she addressed Zeta Seven, who seemed to be growing more aggressive again. Although it wasn't visible under her mask, her eyes did flick to Zeta Five behind him as well, and she shook her head slowly once in response. Not yet. There was too much chaos, even now, and to suddenly attack would only bring an onslaught of madness to their party.

It took Z7 aback to hear his superior ask him what to do. Like his opinion was important. Kinda stunning really, as he stood there trying to kick start his brain from the shock. Y'know, I'm not the brightest light bulb, but what if this is what it wanted, to sow distrust among our ranks? he told his leader, trying to keep the edge out of his voice, for once trying to not use power to get his point across.
D'ya really think you could sleep next to someone who stabbed another person in their back, in front of your face? Your listening to a talking pony for heaven's sake!" Really, were we that gullible to do that.

It said to kill anyone here, ANYONE. why not it? he said in finality, it made perfect sense to him. They were doing that not long ago.