This was exactly the kind of situation Rhett hated to be put in. He sighed as he refreshed the network page for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes, though exactly to his expectations... nothing. He rolled away on his chair, and propped his legs up the end of the bed.
His current dilemma: He'd already told the others that he was going to town, but the plan had been to go with someone else. The reason being was he didn't trust this situation enough to go alone. If something happened, he wanted someone else to be there just in case he needed to throw them under the bus to get himself out alive.
Why did he have such a big fucking mouth? It's not that he didn't want to help as much as he could, as much as it was just... he didn't want to put himself in such a disadvantageous position. Even though it seemed like the entire town was uninhabited, it would be stupid of him to think that made it safe. Was it a set-up? After all, they didn't have enough of an idea of what it meant to be good lab rats for their keepers, and he did not want to piss them off. Why screw up such a sweet set-up (so far)?
He rested back against the chair and sighed again, staring up at the ceiling. The message had said to explore the town... But there were so many unknown variables... And yet, since Rhett was too eager to be the friend, he had already said he would check it out for supplies. Or at least bring back a walking stick. He could completely fuck off and just not go, but it was too early to be flouncing on his word and placing himself in an untrustworthy position in the eyes of his co...inhabitants?
He rubbed his face in annoyance and groaned. Really, what it came down to was this: Was putting himself a potentially dangerous position as important as keeping the trust of the others at this point in time?
Considering they didn't know how long they'd be in this house, it was best to be seen in a favorable light. None of them knew what exactly their keepers had in mind for them, but why else stick a bunch of strangers in an inescapable prison? Rhett wouldn't place his money on the idea that this was all just a very elaborate ruse so they'd become best friends forever, as much as this was some kind of fucked up mindfucky experiment about how long it took for them to start killing each other. And ultimately, as happy as he was to live in this house forever, his goal was to make it out alive.
So, yes, being trusted by the others right now was very important. As reluctant as he was to leave the house, if they wanted to do anything sketch to him, it wouldn't matter if he was in town or if he was in the house anyway. Honestly--there was no way to fight the people in charge. To him, it was more important to be guarded against the others, because at least he could do something. The importance of checking the town was twofold: So the others would trust that he was on their side, and so he could know for himself what the layout was and what was at his disposal.
"Fuck," he mumbled, sitting straight up and running his hands through his hair.
Well, if anyone tried to fuck with him in town, he could at least try to smack the shit out of them with whatever stick he managed to pick up.