Alone - Kong Skull Island [R.Slivko]

29- Funeral

October 18th, 1943,
It’s been a month since I got here, and I’ve learned so many new things and been introduced to so many new things. I learned to drive, I learned to use a phone, I’ve tried so many different kinds of food, and I’ve learned about everything I had missed for the past 17 years of my life. It’s almost my birthday, so I will be 18 soon. I don’t think much will change though, I don’t plan on getting a job soon since I don’t even have a diploma. I think the government is still figuring out some stuff about that. This might be my last entry for a while unless something big happens that I want to document.

Until then, Alex.

I close my journal and put it with my moms, setting my pencil on my desk. I walk downstairs to see what we are having for lunch.

“Alex,” Jason says as I walk past him.

“Hmm?” I hum a reply.

“You have mail on the counter in there,” He says, nodding towards the kitchen.

“Thanks,” I say, walking in and picking up the letter.

Dear Alex,

This letter is in regards to the funerals of the fallen. All of them will have several days in between them to accommodate for travel time for you and those who survived the trip. Below is the time, day, and location of each funeral.

William Randa – Boston, Massachusetts, November 28th

Victor Nieves – Boston, Massachusetts, November 30th

Steve Woodward – Boston, Massachusetts, November 32nd

Earl Cole – Key West, Florida, October 29th

Jack Chapman – Atlanta, Georgia, November 2nd

Preston Packard – Houston, Texas, November 19th

May they all rest in peace.

I know for a fact that I’m going to Cole and Nieves, maybe the others, but what about Packard? Will I really go to his funeral when he tried to kill me, almost succeeding?

“Whatcha got there?” Melissa’s voice brought me out of my thought.

“The dates for all the funerals,” I say, handing her the letter.

“Wow,” She says, reading all the names, “All of those people died?”

“There were more that died, but they only included people I knew I think,” I explain.

“Do you want to go to all of them?” She asks, handing me back the letter.

“Most of them, maybe not one of them,” I say, putting the paper back in the envelope.

“Why not?” She asks.

“Packard tried to kill me a couple of times,” I say nonchalantly.

“Seems like a valid reason.”

Suddenly, my phone beeps from my back pocket.

“Did you guys get the letter?”

I read a text from Hank in our group chat.

“Yup.”

Mason replies before I could. I grab a glass of water and walk back up to my room. I sit on my bed and read the new messages.

“Are you guys going to all of them?” – Brooks

“All but Packard.” – Mason

“We kind of have to go to Packard’s, he was our Colonel.” – Reles

“Yea that kinda sucks, I don’t wanna go to his.” – Mills

“Me either, but we can’t tell people what he did, so we have to.” – Reggie

“If you guys have to go to his, I’ll go with you.” – Me

“We all will.” – Conrad

“Ok, so we will all go to all of them.” – San

Everyone put different variants of a “yes” or “ok” then the chat went silent again.

First stop, Key West.