(Ohh. Nvm then. I'm too lazy to go back and read all the posts, so could you show me? I would like to know how Colin figured it out that easily.)
Yeah, OK.
I'm basically the main antagonist now. Or, the only antagonist.
Thank God I wear five hoodies at all times, Colin thought to himself. The arrow had just barely pierced his side, leaving a small trickle of blood down his chest, soaking into an Abercrombie and Fitch.
"Oh shit." He said. "I forgot my MacBook! Well, at least my porn is safe."
Now he was faced with a problem: he wanted his expensive computer back, but he also wanted to get as far away from Blake as possible. Also, his hat and most likely more food were back at the camp. Will and Baron, he could take. But Blake...
"Nah, they'll probably just apologize to their leader and take me back." He thought aloud. "haha! Yeah right, I'm too awesome to forgive them, poor faggots." He was a good few miles from the lake when he came across an old campsite, with a pile of
charred wood. When he looked up, he saw a young man with dark hair and blue eyes in front of him. When the man looked at the arrow Colin held and the blood on his face, he ran off.
"That asshole looks familiar, I just can't put my finger on his name. Hehe.. asshole... fingers... Hehe.." Colin immaturely giggled while he picked through the boy's stuff. He came across some meat left over from a rabbit. He noticed the strange indent in the rabbit's thigh. "Is that... a bullet hole?"
Alright, back to the story.
Colin saw someone he couldn't precisely remember from before, but at a closer look, he did look somewhat familiar.
Oh yeah, he thought,
that's Flint or something! Now he knew he was going the right way. He followed him from a distance, unrealsticly stealthy (or at least he thought in his head). When Fran got on the rock, Colin thought his cover was blown. Instead of paying attention to what was close, though, he looked around at what was far, and scribbled something on paper. He proceeded on his way after that. When he set his stuff down and walked off, Colin did a quick scope of the site. No one was around at the moment. Perhaps...
Before he could think it through, Colin found himself running toward Fran's things, on the outer rim of the site. He dug through what was there, which wasn't much. Cautiously, he moved closer towards the center, a small firepit. He dug through some food, which they seemed to be piling and sharing. He grabbed as much as he could and made a sprint for the woods before the others returned, but froze when he saw his hat in the tall tree, still. No one was around, if he could just get to the top real quick.
"What the hell?" asked Baron, who came out of the woods and spotted him. Colin turned around, startled, then stuck a pizza coupon down his throat. He ran off, with the food.
Also, I made Fran's sketch map. Could this be put on the front page?
