Last Woman Standing: Episode 7

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[{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1516013940254","data":" I found an abandoned barn which had seen better days, grey and battered due to disrepair and a lack of interest in fixing it, clearly the island had been abandoned for some time to be in this state of decay. The door was ajar and the smell of death lingered in the air, an all too familiar smell by now having brought death and destruction to fellow survivors on the island, some of whom were just trying to get back to their families after being wrongly imprisioned and forced to fight for their lives. <\/p>'No', I told myself, 'I cannot allow myself to think about all this, I had to do it to survive.'<\/p>But from another dark corner of her mind came a voice, much like her own, but nastier, sneering, 'Is that what you're going to tell yourself?' the voice mocked as I carefully made my way into the barn and heard flies buzzing about ahead, stopping momentarily to shake the voices out of my head. I was definitely going crazy. <\/p>But it was too late, the sneering voice had my attention. <\/p>'No, go away,' cried the more vulnerable voice, which I decided was whom I was going to side with, 'You cannot stop but confront the truth of your actions, you are a murderer', the sneering voice thundered, 'you tell yourself you're a survivor but where does that stop? After murdering hundreds and thousands of people in the name of survival? Is that what you want to do? It's not like you are even doing anything to help -' <\/p>The train of thought was instantly derailed once I heard moaning coming from up ahead. Someone was still alive and the internal quarrel was forgotten, I had no time to think about my next move, the person could be dying and I had to check if there were others nearby. Only, when I peeked over the edge, what I saw straight out of Westworld. <\/p>White suits covering the entire body lay about the place, 3 of them, I counted, along with a group of 5 dead survivors, all carrying high tech gear that I could use. But the moaning was coming from a white suit, splattered with blood, the bullet holes prominent on their torso staining the white with a shade of red that only served to make me angrier. I wanted answers. <\/p>I cast one sweeping look to the sides, confirming dead marks before rushing to the white suit before he could point his pistol anywhere and punched him in the face with all my might, then pulled off his hood. The man was sweating, there was some blood on his chin and lips, he had been coughing up blood and clearly had little time to live. <\/p>\"I have a first aid kit that might give you a chance to live,\" I said coldly, \"I need information.\" <\/p>He started laughing, I put a pistol on a bullet hole in his leg and pressed it in, he screamed and begged me to stop, but I didn't want to stop, I wanted to pull the trigger and hurt him further. The sneering voice in my head returned and was egging me on, excited. But I held back. I asked him again, \"Who are you, what is this about?\"<\/p>\"We're with Battlegrounds Corporation. Our company was contracted by the government to kill off prisoners on our islands while also providing free entertainment to people who get off on watching you savages murder each other,\" SMACK!, I punched him again, \"Stop that! Stop hitting me!\"<\/p>\"You wanted a savage,\" I growled, \"You got one. Now how do I get out and reach other islands? ANSWER!\" <\/p>The man let out a whimper and told me it was impossible and when I was about to strike him again, he started laughing, \"This is all a simulation you moron. There is no island, you are in a computer program that makes you believe you're on one. We're in a gigantic facility deep underground where you people get to kill each other in rooms, just like Westworld.\" <\/p>I had heard enough, but the man raved on, \"You're all animals, savages worthy of nothing but slow deaths, even that is too kind for the likes of you. We are keeping society safe from dangerous minds such as yours, don't you see that you prove our point by being this violent? It's a perfect cycle, you'll never be accepted in society again.\" <\/p>I stood up, it all made sense. I was sick entertainment for a few privileged in society who could afford to pay humans murder each other in a sick and violent display of survival instincts, as if watching the animal kingdom wasn't enough. The government tied up with Battlegrounds Corporations to remove dissidents and troublemakers from society that would rebel against it to strike fear in the rest and keep them quiet, in some cases, there were also entire families sent to jail because a government official wanted to kidnap and forcefully marry a woman he liked. This was what it was about, power. <\/p>As I stood up, I pondered on the thought a bit longer. Power, that was what it was about, and here I was standing over one speck of the abuser in power at my feet, injured and raving mad. I had all the power I needed over him and using that power to take his life would make me the abuser instead. I considered my actions and then look at the raving lunatic once again. <\/p>I put the gun to his forehead and pulled the trigger. <\/p>"}]

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