Jocelyn: Tuesday

Jocelyn was tired, as she was walking back to the base. She was out of the Towerlings's area, and she knew she was in the clear at this point, but that didn't bring her any relief today. She had lost four girls out there, and now that she knew what she was losing them too? It only made it feel worse inside her.

Her four squad mates that had chosen to follow her out there were now going to end up as broodmothers to the Tower, and she kept blaming herself.

Maybe it would be better if she just gave up, and let herself be taken. At least then she'd feel some semblance of pleasure out of all this.

"You can't think like that." She said to herself, as she kept moving forward.

The four girls that had joined her had just decided to come of their own volition, as was the traditional way for the members of the Silver Platoon.

Jane. Christie. Sam. Angela.

Four faces she probably wasn't gonna see again, and if she did, she knew that it meant she was just as fucked as they were.

Angela got pulled away by a web. Christie fell in love with a strange girl who fucked her on the bare city street. Sam got pulled through a door by a pair of tentacles. And Jane? She just walked away, talking about some sort of song before a bunch of grasshopper things took her somewhere.

Jocelyn was the only survivor.

She hated being the only survivor. And this wasn't the first time it had happened.

This was the eighth. Eight times, she lost her entire squad to these monsters, and eight times, she got searing glares and questions.

People thought she was either invincible, or she was just sacrificing her team mates to ensure her own survival.

And the general consensus seemed to be closer to the latter.

She finally reached the HQ gates, and walked through them as they opened for her.

She headed straight to her bunk, to get some goddamn rest.

She hated being the best. If she wasn't the best, then a Towerling would have gotten to her ages ago, and she wouldn't have to deal with losing so many of her friends.

"Ha, like I have any friends left. They all hate me for surviving."

"Even me."

She laid down on her bunk, and closed her eyes.

The **** begins Monday...