Castaways

17::Hannah Put the Gun Down

October 21 7:45 PM

"Hannah." Andrew said as I collapsed onto the sand and attempted to catch my breath. Why are men so heavy?

"Yeah?" I said breathlessly as I rolled over onto my back and looked up at him.

"What is this?" He said to me simply, but his face was anything but simple.

"This is Jerardo." I said to him, pointing to the unconscious Hispanic man I front of us.

"Hannah, please tell me you understand why this situation is bad." He said to me, poking Jerardo with his toe.

"Yes, but before you say anything I would just like to point out he attacked me first. It was simply self defense." I said to him, sitting up and catching my breath.

"He attacked you?" He asked in shock.

"I know! Why are they all bothering me? Why can't they go after you!" I exclaimed.

He shook his head but chuckled. "How did this happen?"

"Well basically, I tripped In a thorn bush and he caught me, and he wanted to bring me back to his sketch homies but I refused and he got mad at me." I started. "Obviously he's never met any one that's stood up to him so we fought and he pushed me to the ground but I kicked his feet out from under him and he fell back and hit his head. Next thing you know he's unconscious and his homies are calling out his name so I had to do something!"

"So you dragged him to us?" He asked me. "Hannah, you just made the situation even more worse!"

"Hey dude, I tried. I sent o he the ivy one who's dealing with the physical challenges right now!" I snapped, grabbing his extended arm to help pull me up.

"We can't take him back," Andrew said as he paced, "he already knows we're here. And if these guys have guns then we're screwed."

I smirked. "Not quite."

"What?" He asked, sending me a puzzled look.

"Well," I said, pulling the black pistol out from the back of my shorts, "I don't have a good aim, but my dad has taken me camping before."

"...you're not shooting anyone."

"I never said that!" I said, "I just mean that we aren't defenseless."

He nodded. "Okay, well that doesn't exactly solve this. What the heck do we do with this guy?"

"Well we could uh," i started, "get answers from him when he wakes up? Surely he knows what's going on?"

"Like he's going to talk." He scoffed, putting his hand on his jaw as he thought.

"Well we could-"

"No torturing!" He said to me, making me look at the ground awkwardly.

"Okay, well what if we-"

"I've got an idea!" I cried out. "It involves the gun though."

"Hannah-"

"Just trust me, please." I said to him. "This one is good."

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October 21 8:03 PM

"He's waking up." I said, smacking Andrews shoulder. He looked at me in fright, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Are you sure you can do this?" He asked me.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Of course. Trust me, okay?"

He nodded but continued to look like he was going to puke.