Day Three: Early Morning

[Jeice]

Alone, injured and terrified for his life, Jeice found himself leaning up against a large based tree, with his right index finger hugging the hairpin trigger of his fallen comrade?s weapon. He wasn?t prepared for what he witnessed, death and savage beatings. It became clear he would have to up the anti if he wanted to last another day on the island. He eyes slowly wandered down the bloody hole in his torso. He quickly closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the tree, trying to ignore the fact that he had been bleeding profusely, but at that very moment there would be nothing for him to do.

He at least walked away with knowledge, the knowledge of his remaining competition to win the game. It became evident to the red warrior that if he was to go blow for blow with any of those who looked to oppose him, he would die. He would have to use cunning tactics to bring the other contestants to their demise. The severe injury he suffered from would hold him back. With his free hand, he ripped a long piece of fabric from his shirt, and quickly wrapped it around his stomach to stop the bleeding.

?Think, think, think?? He scolded himself to come up with a game plan.

The only thing that seemed logical would be to tactically maneuver through the island and try to find Yamu, and figure it out from there pending on his injuries. A medikit would have really come in handy; unfortunately he had no idea who even had one. Only one thing was for certain at this point, the next person he came across would be pumped with so many bullets they wouldn?t know what hit them. That would have to be the state of mind he carried with him.

?Alright?? He let out with a grunt of pain as he pushed himself away from the tree. ?Rest time is over.?

He wasn?t ready to go back out there, anyone could be out there, but he would rather die fighting for his life then have someone come up to him while he wasn?t prepared. It was as if he had a false sense of pride he had to live up to, which could easily lead to his demise. His knees wobbled as they desperately tried to hold his weight up. He was unsure if anyone had been in his general area; he quickly peeked his head out from the side of the tree and looked around. He didn?t see anything, but that didn?t mean that someone wasn?t there.

The white haired warrior jumped out from behind the tree and pointed the machine gun in the direction he was facing. He swept the barrel from side to side; ready to pull that trigger and unload into the next motherfucker he came in contact with. A sigh of relief escaped his dry lips. There wasn?t a person in sight.