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After resting a bit, Shuuya stood up and took out the map. He wasn't really good at reading maps but he should be around C-06. That's the school. Just below it. I guess I can't go south then. He turned his head to looked back to where he came from, but I really don't want to go back there.

"Southeast it is then," he stuffed the map back in the bag and started walking. Maybe I can find someone and we can help eachother. They won't really try to... would they? He shook his head and looked at his bag, "Just in case, maybe I should... but really..." He took out the weapon he have been provided of and stared. "Can this thing really be of any help?"

After thinking for a few seconds he decided not to put the pot lid back to his bag and continued walking, holding the lid in front of him, ready to use it as a shield if anything happen.

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"Hey, Yuichiro? Where are we?" Mayumi looked around warily. Despite how much she wanted to convince herself that her classmates wouldn't try to kill eachother, or more specifically; her, she know that if she has to chose her life or her classmates', she would chose her's, so why won't the other's? The answer is that they will; they'd chose their own life above anybody else.

"Hey, you have your own own map, use it." Yuichiro replied, struggling to cut the bushes that blocked their path with the machete he was provided with.

"Yeah, but it's hard to hold the map with these boxing gloves."

"Then take it off, it's not like it's going to be of any use anyway. I mean, if this was an anime, that kind of weapon would be given to the first one that's going to die since it's really not that interesting."

"It is interesting. They'd give something much less useful than a boxing gloves to the first one to die, like a fork or a pot lid," even saying that, Mayumi knows Yuichiro is right. Sure, there might be worse weapons than what she got but Yuichiro got a large knife and that would be enough to overpower her weak physical ability and her boxing gloves. Not only that, but surely there's someone given with a much more powerful weapon than a knife.

She stared at the weapon as it is swung left and right by her companion, easily slicing the nuicance in front of him, when they don't have much of a choice, they'd choose their life above everybody else's.

Ryuhei walked out of the building, after hastily being outfitted with his survival gear, he pulled out his map, and looked for a good spot to stop and figure out a good plan. He looked and saw the lighthouse.

"high up, off to the side, it's the perfect place to keep a lookout and make a plan"

He began walking at a good pace, his shoulder length golden brown hair rustling as he walked. After about a half an hour of walking, he pulled his pack off and began rummaging through it. He slid his hand down, and felt something that was metallic. He wrapped his fingers around it and pulled. He had his hands on a Desert Eagle.
"Whoa ive never seen one in real life, Only in video games." With that he continued to the Light house, now more eager to find a plan.

Kazuo Kiriyama (Boys No. 6) was quieter than seemed humanly possible as he slipped through the undergrowth. When his name was called he'd calmly exited the building and found the other students had fled in a panic. The foliage ahead of him was rustling; Kazuo dropped to a crouch and flanked the auditory source: two of his classmates, at least one of which he knew as a quirky girl named Tendo. Checking his bag Kazuo found it to be stocked with nothing other than a paper harisen, a useless Japanese fan. Complete with decorative calligraphy, it seemed to be some sort of joke. He'd have to wait for a chance to filch one of his opponents' weapons.

Shogo gave a smerk as he pulls an M93RII out of his bag. Noticing the various functions of the gun, he sees three dots, could it be a three round burst. His mind raced at the possibility of his gun. Shooting 9mm bullets it would give little recoil and even though it would be loud, it would be a bit more quiet than say a .357. Going north up the road instead of the traditional south entrance of the school he thought no one would be folllowing him through the trail. He placed himself at C-03, having a bit more endurance than most of teh students realy paid off when he thought that he probubly traveled a kilometer more than most, he now needed to find a shelter for the night.