Truth be told, this was far from the worst wake up she'd had in this place. It didn't even make the top five worst. In fact, as she listened to the instructions for the day, Evie couldn't help the way her lips curved up into a small grin. Yeah, it had a layer of fucked up to it (like the confirmation that there was some fucked up implant in their necks), but that was to be expected at this point. She donned the provided clothes, putting them right over her pajamas, and then sat to lace up the boots. Next were the straps and holsters for the guns she'd chosen (a hunting rifle and a pistol) and the accompanying ammo.
Paintball wasn't an activity Evie had done more than once or twice, but she did enjoy it. And, yes, there was a small part of her that would get some satisfaction out of shooting some of her fellow subjects, though it would mostly be all in good fun at this point. She'd been so on the outskirts of things lately that it felt stupid to hold on to any grudges or resentments. Not that she thought she'd ever hold hands and sing Kumbayah with Pam, she just didn't hate the other girl. Anyone who was willing to participate in this activity was fair game, Evie thought, and as long as no one was an asshole and intentionally shot someone in the head/neck, then she rather thought they might be able to have a fun day of it.
"Of course, I just had to wake up on the beach though," she mumbled to herself with a sigh before ducking into a low jog to find better cover.