The Adaptive Game

"THE WRONG CHOICE"

- Shaun

Everyone has gone to sleep.

There is no more Night Watch. We're all alone now.

With my steak knife in hand, I look around the room.

I need to do something about this.

If I want to win I can't get any nicer than this.

From my bunk I can see David, sitting in his bunk doing the same as me - looking at everyone else.

Emilia is well aware of me looking around at people. But she won't make any eye contact with me whatsoever.

Conner is pretending he's asleep. Or, he's just sleeping very defensively.

He thinks I'm dangerous. I know he doesn't want any trouble from me.

Especially after me stabbing him in the leg.

But I'm not jealous of him or anything.

He was the most resilient, he still had some life in him... He could definitely survive a simple stab in the leg.

I did the right thing. Why can't anyone understand that the right thing isn't always the nice thing?

There was no nice thing! If I had stabbed Gavin, he would've hit the floor faster than you can say Grizzy Wizzy.

I couldn't stab Emilia. I'm not gonna attack the opposite gender, I would've landed in even deeper shit.

I can't ever be liked for what I do. Even though my mind says to do this, that happens.

I tuck my steak knife under my pillow and lie down for a rest.

I'm not a bad guy.

But I definitely made the wrong choice.