“Oh you poor thing—“
A pause, and then she saw a brightly coloured woman walking over. Interesting. A huff, “leave my survivor alone. They like that hat.”
the trial had been longer than expected, traps on survivors heads. A few taken off quickly, Amanda had been running out of them, wanting an easy win. She lurked around one of the last people.
Crouched behind a small rock, she watched the survivor with a trap on their head.
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@pigtraps
[ A cold , windy night hit the trial, the fog descended , the rusty hooks dandled with every little bit of air that they caught ; the only sounds that could be heard were the old creaking wood boards , and . . a scream . ]
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