"Can't you all just leave me alone!" Colin snapped, "I don't want to talk to you if you've joined Mr. Limpy's fanclub as well!"

"No need to be an a** about it. I nearly put five holes in you now because of your hiding spot," Nick grumbled irratably, lowering the knife. He rolled his eyes and walked away from the bush.

"Who the hell is Mr Limpy?" he asked himself.

"You call Mr. Limpy Martin," Colin replied, "But I think my name for him fits him soooooooo well."

Nick raised an eyebrow, but did not look at Colin.

"I don't now a Martin," he stated simply, croning his neck when he thought he saw something.

"He's the jerk with the bad leg," Colin spat, "And everyone likes him just cuz he's an explorer! But I don't, he doesn't know anything and there's no way a shelter built by an invalid can stand up for more then a day. That's way I'm sleeping out here tonight!"

"Sooo....your saying because his leg is bad, he can't do anything right?" he asked, using that offensive tone.

"Wow that's pretty...lame," he said, trying not to cringe at his accidental pun.

Colin stuck his tongue out. "It is not. I don't understand why anyone trusts the limping jerk! He's already managed to slice open his forehead since we've gotten here!"

"And you've almost managed to get shanked," Nick chuckled, amused.

"I'm not hurt," Colin said stubbornly, "And Mr. Limpy tripped when fighting some zombie! Anyway, I bet the whole things just a dream! I'll wake up soon and be off this damn island and be back on that damn boat heading home!"

Nick shrugged.

"Whatever, man. But first, pinch yourself."

Colin shook his head. "I'm not pitching myself and I'm not joining Mr. Limpy's fanclub either."

Nick shook his head in dissapointment.

This guy's a five year old.

"Just leave me alone," Colin snapped looking away.

Nick laughed.

"I did," he shook his head once more and returned to his watch post.

Colin watched him go and disappeared into another clump of bushes.

((Guess we're done here for now...Martin's sleeping in the shelter...))

[[From Camp.]]

Elyse walked out to take her spot on watch, her hands slightly trembling. She wanted to prove herself to be strong though. She watched the woods with careful eyes.

After the night of watching silently for zombies, Elyse was ready to drop into a bed. She was lucky though, there was no zombies that night.

James tried not to fall asleep.

Elyse took Jame's hand. She looked at him and smiled. "Only, a while longer," She said, she was definetly proving herself to be strong and she was happy.

"Coffee would do wonders..Starbucks," he dreamed.

She smiled at tht thought, her mind wandering back home. The wonderful feel of the eat falling through her throat, the taste of it on her tongue...

She snapped back to reality, and stared hard at the forest.

"Let's rest."

"Good idea." She smiled before going into camp.

Jordan checked to see if the gun was loaded.

"Jordan," she replied, trudging through the sand.

[[From Camp.]]

"I had a cousin named Jordan..." She said thoughtfully.

Tamara walked out with the girl behind her.

"Awesome," Jordan said with little interest. Then suddenly she became her nosy self, "You have family back home?"

(g2g)

"MHmm, back in New Zealand," She said absentmindedly.

[[Aiight, byye.]]

"Do you miss them yet?" Jordan asked softly.

Tamara came back out and heard Jordan question. Sitting down, she said, "Yes, terribly."

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