People Left: Kyra, Taylor, G, E, Belle, Candi, Beck, Tammi, Tris, Sylvia, O
There is nothing left for me on this earthly plane. I'm ready to move on...you guys should just vote me off -Belle
No way, I'm not letting anyone else get killed if I can help it -Kyra
Belle, you're gonna be fine, you have to believe that -Beck
I wish I could, really I do, but I just can't! I just want all this to end! -Belle
We all do. Even Sylvia does, and she's completely apathetic -Kyra
I resent that -Sylvia
The walls were her prison. Sylvia started laughing softly. It was hard to believe that anything existed outside these walls. It was hard to believe that she was real. It all felt so surreal, stuck in a room and forced to vote for killing people. She knew she wasn't entirely there anymore, but she didn't really contemplate how far gone she might be until she heard Dentor's voice outside the room. She ran to the door and pressed her ear to it. She could hear Dentor, and a voice she didn't recognize. Her killer? She started laughing harder. She was imagining her partner coming to save the day! She probably imagined him on the radio, too, she was getting seriously dehydrated after being locked in here for hours on end.
Do you guys hear a voice? -Sylvia
No...? -Beck
A sort of murmuring, but it could be pipes, for all I know -Belle
You're losing it, probably -Kyra
Sylvia continued to laugh, approaching hysterics. She was losing it, and everything just seemed so funny! She didn't even know why, just that it was. Her sides hurt from cackling and as soon as she took a breath it was shoved out of her lungs. The phone started up its relentless pinging.
Oh, gosh, do you guys hear that laughter?! -Kyra
That doesn't sound like the one from before -Beck
Make it stop! -Belle
Wait...Sylvia? You there? -Kyra
She was too busy laughing to respond. It hurt so much, but she couldn't stop. She was well and truly cracked! She supposed it didn't matter what she did now, she was dead anyway.
Guys, Sylvia's lost it -Kyra
Poor girl -Belle
Another one bites the dust. At least we know she's real -Beck
She didn't even know how to feel relieved.
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