Young Writers Society

Jerica didn't like this at all. It was like the Hunger Games but in real life. And she was the person being hunted. She needed to find a way off this ship, and she needed to do it quickly. She grabbed a can of Lysol as a makeshift weapon and cautiously went to the door to peer out.

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Rachel let out a sigh. She'd thought a cruise would be just the break she needed from constant fear and murder. She shook off a chill running down her spine with a stretch of her arms and stood up. Good thing she'd brought her handgun, which was settled on her hip. It was still fully loaded.

She strode into the hallway, looking as if she didn't have a care in the world.

…Well. This wasn’t what Aideth was expecting. And he liked that. The elf liked to be surprised, faced with the unexpected. A smirk plastered on his face, he grabbed his trusty bow and arrow and began to walk down the empty halls. His long, blonde hair flowed behind him, as well as his cape, and he honestly looked like something out of a storybook. That, however, didn’t last long, as he soon bumped into a short, brown-haired girl.

Ayesha was sleeping like a baby unaware of the happenings around the ship. This cruise gave her the getaway she needed in order to move on from the ugly break up she had with her boyfriend. Also, the lovely ambience in the sea would refresh her mind so that she could work on ideas for her new writing project.

Ayesha was having a wonderful dream where she threw her boyfriend in the sea full of white tip sharks. Though the dream may not be true in real life but the grin on her innocent face was for sure. Suddenly some loud noises and commotion from the corridors got into the middle of her beautiful dream and she crashed down from the edge of her bed. All confused and startled by so many screams coming from outside, she gasped for some air.

"Gosh! Did we hit some ice berg. I can't die like this without meeting my Jack Dawson," Ayesha cried while trying to get back on her feet as her half asleep brain started recalling scenes from Titanic. Reaching out for her glasses she moved hastily towards the door to find out what's happening.

Rachel found herself standing in front of (and looking up to) a tall man that looked like he'd just been pulled out of a Lord of the Rings movie. They really got an interesting crowd for this one. Maybe she'd better start by making friends.

She left the gun tucked under her shirt and pulled a smile onto her face. "What do you think of all this?"

Aideth raised a brow and chuckled. “It’s interesting, I will say. Didn’t expect this, but hey, a bit of target practice is right up my alley.” This girl didn’t really seem… dangerous, per say. “…I’m Aideth. What’s your name?”

Jerica crept along silently, Lysol in hand, as she tried to make sense of the situation. She wasn't sure what was going on. But she still planned to come out on top of it all. She hesitated by the door when she heard someone rambling about icebergs inside.

Jerica took a step back, raised her can of Lysol, and waited to see who would emerge from within.

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It was then that Rachel noticed that the man was in fact carrying a bow. He was really committed to the look. But if he knew how to use that thing, he wouldn't make a bad ally.

Begrudgingly, she introduced herself. "Rachel. Maybe we should move on before we run into some less friendly people?" Luckily, it didn't seem like many others were brave enough to venture out yet. "Don't want to be cornered when people decide to come out."

Ayesha opened the door and leaned onto one side as she struggled to find balance on her wobbly feet. Someone could have sure mistaken her to be drunk looking at her condition. She yelled while rubbing her eyes and adjusting her glasses "Where are the life-boats?"

There was a tall woman with a very strong built body standing right across the corridor. She was staring at Ayesha as if she has seen some alien. What surprised Ayesha was that this lady was holding a can of Lysol pointing right at her.

"What are you thinking of doing with that. Are you the cleaning lady here?" Ayesha clearly had no idea what she was saying.

This woman was clearly not a threat.

Jerica lowered her can of Lysol, deciding she didn't need the weapon for this interaction after all. "Who are you?"

Ayesha got a feeling she might have made a mistake in analyzing the situation. But the suspicious look on the other girl's face did make her more confused.

"Hey! I'm Ayesha" she said as she stifled a yawn. "Would you mind telling me what's happening around here? Did something happen to the ship?"

Maddie's head snaps up, as the intercom crackles off. What did she just hear? Was this some kind of prank? Madilyn glances around her tiny room, debating what she should do. She could wait it out in her room, in till everyone got their acts together, and told her what really happened. But...something told her this wasn't a prank. Looking around her room once more, she picked up a backpack, and started packing. Who knows what she might need. But she was going to find out what was happening. At any cost.

And so, she swung her backpack over her shoulder, sheathed a knife she had found in her kitchenette, and stepped out the door.

Jerica looked at the girl - Ayesha - bewilderedly. Had she just slept through a murder? Or... was it a murder at all? Jerica still didn't know what was going on.

"I... don't know," she admitted, looking over her shoulder before looking back at Ayesha. "I think someone just got murdered."

Maddie creeped across the hall, stopping in her tracks as she heard voices from around the corner. Drawing her knife, Madilyn tip toed up the the intersection, and peered out. There stood two people, a brown haired, blue eyed girl, and a…man? What in the world? Did he seriously have a bow and arrow?

Maddie pinched her brow, and sighed. Gosh, I don’t have the patience to deal with a crazy person right now. she thought But…I have to figure out if they know anything. Making up her mind, Maddie readjusted her grip on the knife, and stepped around the corner, into full view of the two people.