Fuck this place. No, really, fuck it. Cindy had had enough. Hell, she'd had enough by the first week, but every week seemed to get worse, and it wasn't just because of the continuous deaths. No, this whole light and dark deal. Back and forth, back and forth, and while it was longer then it was when it all started, it still threw her off.

But Topher was dead. Maybe she didn't do the deed, but she should have protected him better. He was the brains, she was the brawn, she had to protect him, and she had failed. Failed miserably. Combine this with not much sleep, and the way that this place was just. Cindy had no words.

Now she was on her own, and while it wouldn't be her first time, ever, she was lonely for company that wasn't trying to kill her. She had headed back to the milkshake lake, just for a short rest while it was dark out. She kept getting some gifts, though. Someone was looking out for her. She was near one of the trees when she saw movement after her eyes had adjusted to the dark. She let out a whistle to let whoever it was know someone was around, as she got up from her seat and started over.