Chapter 33: Hatchet

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David ran until his legs gave out from under him. He fell into the dirt, getting clumps of dirt in his mouth. He coughed, spitting out the dirt that caked in his mouth. He let out a rage filled scream and began clawing at his skin. It wasn't the first time he had been falsely accused of something.
He felt betrayed. Colt was supposed to be his best friend, not throw him under the bus and accuse him of killing Jason & Winnie. Even though he hated Jason, he hadn't killed him. David threw himself against a tree and let the sobs overtake his body. He was sick of being stuck on this island, and he was sick of everyone around him dying. He had no one anymore on this island that he could trust. They all thought he was a murderer.
David slunk against a tree, and let himself rest. He closed his eyes, exhausted from the long sprint into the forest. He couldn't sleep, but it felt nice to just sit there with his eyes closed. Before he knew it, night had fallen and no one had come for him to make sure he was all right. None of them gave a damn about him.
"I'll head back to the shore tomorrow morning, and give those assholes a piece of my mind." David decided. He sat in silence for a few more hours, until he heard the crunch of leaves in front of him. He opened his eyes, expecting to see a wolf. But instead he looked directly into the eyes of the killer.
Before David could react, the killer swung the hatchet he was carrying right into David's face. Blood spurted out of the wound and dripped down the blade. They would never know he was dead. Everyone else would just assume he had disappeared. The killer made sure to bury David's body so that it would never be discovered. Then, he headed back to camp.

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