The Survivors

Choose Your Team

You have chosen: Mora Tibbs

"Shit, shit, shit, I have to go. I'm going to be late! They're going to give me a fine if I don't get there!" I was near tears running around my house looking for something- anything, really- to write with. There was a form that I needed to fill out and hand in to government officials within the hour, but everything I could use to write with had just up and vanished!

As I ran to go search the drawer that used to contain the handful of pencils my friends gave me nearly a month ago, I managed to trip and fall into the wall, which caused the room to shudder at my weight tumbling into it. Of course, the shudder made its way to the rafters- probably the only part of the house I hadn't searched- and what else would fall from the ceiling but my pencils?

I would let myself experience the wonder of how my pencils had made their way to the rafters afterwords, and instead threw myself at the table to fill out that blasted form, while muttering to myself. "Let's see... 'M a girl... adventurer I think? I camp a bunch... I'm 18, that's a young adult..." I went over the form once more, making sure I hadn't missed anything.

"Okay, that's everything! I'm good, just need to get there now.." I trailed off, looking at the clock. I had 5 minutes to get to the office. That thought didn't register until I took a step outside, and saw only a few other people outside, and they were sprinting down the block. "Why are the running...? Wait. There's 5 minutes until the hours up. Shit, I have to get there now!" And with that, I jumped over the railing, leaving my door wide open for anyone to walk in.

"Excuse me ma'am. Have you turned in the paperwork yet?" asked the secretary person, clearly seeing me sprint inside holding the form out in front of me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you blind? I am holding the form here, am I not?" after that ordeal I dealt with back home, I wasn't in the mood, even if it was his job to ask that.

How the secretary responded to my outburst nearly made me cry. He did absolutely nothing but smile and hold out his hand for the form. I was tired and already had a hissy fit, and it was only 7 in the morning. The day didn't even start yet! Sighing, I apologized and passed the form over to him.

"Thank you ma'am. Let's see here," he briefly paused, clearly going over the form I filled out. "Oh, we don't have any groups that are all your age and gender, I think they all left yesterday. If you follow me, we do have a few groups left. We were actually just about to put two groups into a group of four, and send them all off! You're lucky you made it in time, you know? Here, I'll let you choose what group to go with, and I'll send the other two off together, okay?"

And with that he left me in a room with six other people, all in their own corners of the room.

The first group I saw contained an adult and what looked like her young child. "Oh hello there! What's your name? My name is Beth, and this is Jeremy! I was a hunter back in my prime, and Jeremy here was one of the lookouts! Has great eyesight!" The mother continued rambling on, with her- probably about 8 year old- son just sighing at her manners.

The second group had two male adults. One of them seemed tired with the day already, staring off into the distance. The other, however, seemed perfectly content with hugging the other. "Hi there, I'm Charlie, and this is Paul! Judging by the forms we filled out, I'm like a doctor! I was just going to medical school. Paul is an actual butcher chef, so he fits in with the killer thing it said on the back of the form! But don't worry, he'd never hurt someone without reason to." Paul looked ready to stab something- more like someone- with Charlie practically yelling in his ear.

And last but not least, the third group. I tentatively walked over to them. One of them had some military badges on his hat, and seemed to be reliving some terrible time in his life. Then there was the young girl with him. She looked about my age, I think. "This is my grandpa. Killer. Used to be in the army. Got put off." Then she stopped and pointed to herself. "Abby. Just started training for battlefield medic." Abby looked ready to reach out and pull my guts out. Not talkative, not really trustworthy looking, but they looked strong as all hell.

Choose: GROUP 1

Choose: GROUP 2

Choose: GROUP 3