Silas+Camille

Full Name: Silas Camille __** ELIMINATED **__ From: A small town in Missouri Gender:Male Ethnicity: White Brief History: Was in the military and served as a doctor in Afghanistan. Silas has just recently come back to America and was sent home because durring a bombing he lost 75% of feeling in his legs. He now can only walk using crutches. He has no family except for an uncle who raised him and now lives a mear hour from the amusement park in shackelton. Silas got the letter in the mail inviting him to try out the new amusment park he thought it would be a cheap way to get to his uncle's house.

=DAY ONE= I've been in this shit hole of a motel for three days now. They call it a "Home Away from Home," but that sure isn't what it feels like. Not that I have much to compare it to anyway. I figure I'll go to my Uncle Ted's house for a while, he practically raised me so I'd like to see him. He's moved since I was a boy and lives some place in Ohio now. Ohio, who would ever wake up one day and think 'hm, I think I'll move to Ohio'? Answer: No one. I fell back on the bed and shut my eyes, true it was four in the afternoon but I sure was tired. Just then there was a knockat the door. I took my crutches in hand and lifted myself up and slowly made my way to the door. Through the peep hole i saw that the manager was standing on the other side of the door. I opened it and greeted the man. "Mail for you," he said in a gruff voice before thowing the envelope down at my feet (at my feet how does he expect me to get that?) and walking away. "Okay, thank you!" I called down the hall as he walked away. He grunted in responce. What a lovely man. I opened the letter and read over it. An invitation to an amsument park and a free trip. And it was only two hours away from Uncle Ted's house. I'm down for an adventure.

DAY TWO
The taxi driver who picked me up from the air port was a real nice man. We talked about many things like my time in Afghanistan and how his son was in the air force. He said that really getting to know people was the best part of his job, and for that reason he loved it. A very nice man. We pulled up to the amusement park at around dusk. There were only maybe twenty cars in the parking lot. I thought that maybe the preview I was invited to was pretty exclusive, but if that was the case, why was I picked to come here? The taxi driver got out of the car and shut the door behind him tearing me away from my thoughts. He went around to the back and pulled up the trunk. "You gettin' out?" he asked. "Yes, sir. Do you think that you could pass me my crutches though?" He did and apologized. Of course it wasn't a bother though. I slung my green military bag over my back and set off on my way towards the park after paying the driver. He really was a very nice man. I was sad to see him go, but as the yellow cab pulled away I turned towards the park and began on my way. I carefully placed one crutch in front of the other and tried to move my legs along with them. I was still relatively new to this. Once I was in I put my bag in a locker and wrapped a red wrist band around my wrist before going to my first ride. When I got to the first ride I looked for the fast lane (that was what my wrist band was for. One of the perks of being crippled,) but there wasn't one. I didn't want to cut in front of any of these people so I just got in the back of the line, it was moving quickly anyway. When I got on the ride one of the other visitors there put my crutches to the side for me. It was awful nice and I thanked her. She sat next to me on the ride and we spoke about how it was strange that no one seemed to be running the ride. She said it was like that with all the rides. Bizarre if you ask me.

=DAY THREE= I walked around for a while before finding the entrance that I came in through. The gates that had let me in before were now shut tight and locked up. I thought about just climbing over them, but then realized that it would be near impossible. So, with a sigh I turned back into the interior of the park and went to try and find another exit. I looked around and saw a ride that had collapsed. Blood stained the cement around the ride and bystanders all stood in horror. I rushed over to the accident, as quickly as I could manage, and saw a little girl who had fallen on the ground. I hobbled over to her, as quickly as I could, and leaned down. "Are you okay, miss?" I turned to a boy next to her. "Is she okay?" and back to her again, "I'm a doctor; I can help." The boy next to her nodded, "She's fine. Just doesn't do well with blood." I nodded, "Okay, watch her for a bit if she starts to act funny come and get me. I'll be right back to come and check on her." He watched me intently as I spoke and nodded when I had finished. I stood straight up, then and went over to the accident. As I got closer to the tangled mess that was a roller coaster I had to push a few people out of the way to get a better look. I scanned the wreckage for anyone that I thought I could save and found an elderly lady who still had all of her limbs. I went over to her and saw that she had a gaping cut on her stomach. I put my hands atop her wound and applied pressure. "Ma'am, can you hear me? Are you alright?" I asked quickly. Her eyes fluttered and she groaned. "She's alive!" I called to the audience that had gathered. "Does anyone have a cloth, or a shirt I could use to stop the bleeding?" Everyone mumbled to themselves or to their neighbors but not a single one of them could be bothered to help. I turned my attention back to the woman. "Ma'am, look at me you're goin'a be okay. Don't you worry; it'll be fine. Can you look at me?" She did and looked coherent enough. She began to speak and the next and final words out of her mouth left me dumbfounded. "Not an accident."

xxo, Lacie Analista
= = =DAY FOUR= After what happened yesterday everything in the park turned from unnerving to completely terrifying. I decided I needed to make a plan to stay out of harm's way, so I found a good place to camp out. As I was walking around I saw multiple people dead at the park. I didn't understand. Who was doing this, why were they doing this? And most importantly, how could someone do this? I've personally seen good men practically destroyed by the knowledge that they had killed another human being. So, why would someone willingly and maliciously do something this terrible? As I walked through the park I checked to make sure each person was dead, and one I knew they were I cleaned them up and took them over to an area of grass. I intended to bury them later, if I had the chance to. No one deserves to have their body gawked at, or disrespected like that. No one. I had found four before I headed to the spot which I had found to camp out at. It was a flat spot on a tall water slide. It was the big kind that would hold five of six people in a raft at a time. As I stood at the bottom of the stairs, though, I was reminded of my legs. It was going to be a long hike to the top, but when have I ever turned down a challenge?

=DAY FIVE= (word count: 440)

Yesterday I ran into a boy about my age. A nice enough guy. We spent the night on the water slide--like I'd suggested-- and it was a relatively peaceful night. I woke up at dawn, an old habit from my military days, and didn't want to wake this new man. He seemed to not be handling our current situation very well so I thought I'd let him sleep and be carefree for a little. I made my way down the slide and decided to go and look for food. Neither one of us had eaten in nearly five days, but what could I trust at this park? I came across a row of shops; they were all closed and dark on the inside. I looked in some of the shops and in one saw a man crouched down behind a counter. I knocked on the door. "Hello," I called inside. The man moved a little further behind the counter. "I can see you. Please, do you have any food?" "How can I trust you?" he asked while peering over the counter. "I don’t rightly have an answer for you. But I promise, you and I are in the same situation. Please, do you have any food, or even water?" The man stood up straight and looked at me. "Please." I was not above begging at this point in time. He walked over to me and unlocked the door in between us. "Keep your distance." He demanded. I nodded in response--it was more than a fair request. He gave me food and we sat and talked for a bit. He asked about my legs, if I was here with anyone, who invited me and about life back home. After about an hour of talking, I wrapped up the remaining food and filled up a bottle of water to bring to my new companion, thanked the man who owned the shop and then set off on my way. When I came back Adam was standing at the bottom of the water slide reading a piece of paper. “What are you up to?” I asked. He silently handed me the piece of paper in his hand and I read it over. It was a poem; I assumed it was from the sick-o who brought us all to this park. “Who gave you this?” I asked nervously. He shrugged in response. “Fine then. Adam, where’d ‘ya find it?” “It was just in my pocket when I woke up, I don’t know.” I took the paper from his hand and threw it into a nearby trash can. “We’re not playing his little game.”