Gwen
                              After we finally calmed down and stopped laughing, we realized that our tree house was completely trashed. Blood covered the wood, not to mention the bodies lying around.
                              "What do we do now?" Drew asked, nudging one of the bodies with his foot. I rolled my eyes.
                              "How about we all take naps in the puddles of blood and play hide and seek. Dibs on hiding in the pile of bodies." Micah muttered sarcastically, making Brynn "eww" from behind him.
                              "Then we can strip the bodies naked!" I exclaimed, jokingly. Why not continue my stupid person act? I hadn't really done a good job so far.
                              "Wait. That's a great idea!" Brynn exclaimed, obviously excited. If she was joking around like we were, she was way over acting. It seemed almost real.
                              "Woah, Brynn, we're just joking-" Micah started, but Brynn quickly interrupted.
                              "No, I'm serious guys. We should start doing this. To get cloth and any other weapons or food they might have. We could be warmer at night, maybe even create a temporary window blocker with it." Brynn explained. She walked to one of the bodies and began to unbutton a jacket.
                              The three others hesitated. "Are you sure?" Micah asked, "This is really weird."
                              "Yeah, Brynn I don't know about this," I added. Is she serious?
                              "I think it's a good idea." Drew stated and started on another body. A female body.
                              "Woah!" I ran in front of him and blocked his gaze. "There should be a rule on how much we take. No underwear or bras, okay?" I told them sternly. That pervert needs to get a grip.
                              Drew frowned, but Brynn's smile widened. She must've been overly excited about her successful idea.
                              Micah and I gave in and the four of us started working on undressing the bodies, making a pile of the clothes in a corner of our tree house.
                              "What do we do with the body once we're done with their clothes?" I asked out loud.
                              "Throw them off the balcony." Micah said sarcastically.
                              I shrugged my shoulders and dragged the body to the balcony, and flung it off into the greenery below. I knew it looked stupid, but that's what I was going for.
                              When I walked back inside, three shocked faces were staring at me.
                              "Are you mental? I was kidding!" Micah said, annoyed.
                              "We'll, it's not like we want all these bodies in here, right? Might as well throw them away." I moved on to the next body in the room not thinking about it anymore even though I could feel the exchanging of weird looks around me.
                              I heard the sound of dragged bodies and I knew that I had won. They couldn't figure out a better way to dispose of the bodies, so they just tossed them out. When Brynn tossed hers out, I heard her whisper an apology to it.
                              When we finished and all the bodies were somewhere below us, we looked at all of our new clothes. We had five jackets, seven hoodies, (one girl was loaded) five t-shirts, and three tank tops. We also had five pairs of pants, each a different type. I prayed we wouldn't use the white skinny jeans anytime soon.
                              In the weapons department they had two new swords, three daggers, and the gun.
                              "We should do this more often!" Drew exclaimed, excited about the new stash.
                              "I told you it was a good idea!" Brynn smiled.
                              I thought about it, and realized that this could be a useful thing. The four of us could go around and take clothes and weapons from the people we kill, not only giving us a better chance to get of this place, but also getting supplies so we can survive till the end.
                                      
                                   
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Surviving the S.T.R.I.P. (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionWhen the world overpopulates, only one answer exists- or so the government thinks. The solution? Death. “Fair” and “just” no longer exist. Only death. No one dares try to stop it. Now anyone's hope of living past the age of 18 lies in the S.T.R.I.P...
 
                                               
                                                  