No Longer.

15. Television

Rule #13 - Don't mess with things that aren't yours.

Day #30 -

Harold's POV -

Duncan still hasn't came back yet, gosh, why does he need to be like this? He'll probably pull the tough guy act or something. Ugh.

At least my Leshawna's safe. I'd die if anything happened to her..I need to protect her..

How do I do that, you ask? Easy. I kill the killer. With my awesome ninja skills, it'll be a peice of cake! Don't worry Leshawna.

(I hate this already oml.)

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Its been a few hours now. Everyone is asleep, including my beautiful Leshawna :D. Now to find the killer, should be easy.

I need a weapon. I should at least give the killer a fair chance! If I just used my ninja skills he'd be dead in seconds!

Weapon...weapon...Tool shed! That'll have plenty, right? Guess we'll find out!

No ones POV -

As Harold headed to the tool shed, all he felt was courage. How could this all go wrong? Once he's got a weapon, he's completely set.

The door opened with a creak, not too loud to attract anyone, but loud enough to cause a chill to run down your spine. He slowly walked into the shed, already spotting his tool of choice. A shovel should be good, right?

Harold spent too much time gushing over how the killer had "No chance against him" to hear the door creaking open behind him. He had almost no time to react before he was grabbed and thrown against a table.

His ribs went right into the corner, winding him. The killer grabbed the back of his head, smashing his face into the table repeatedly. His glasses were the first to break, then his nose. His vision was blurred, no time to react. What happened to his "Awesome ninja skills"?

He was brought back up, just to be thrown in a different direction.

...straight into the nearby television...

One they all thought was broken. The glass broke from the pressure, going into Harold's skin, mouth and probably eyes. He was smashed into it (🤨) multiple times, some of the glass piercing his throat. He couldn't move, not with glass holding him in place. If he pulled back, his throat would be slit.

He was let go. Being left to bleed out in that same shed.

Shame, innit?

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Still No one's POV -

Back at the camp, everyone looked half dead. There was no life, no humour behind any of their eyes. They were like husks of their former selves.

No one had even noticed the missing teen. No one apart from Leshawna and Courtney. Courtney only noticed due to her taking charge, and deciding to do a head count. Leshawna obviously noticed because, yeah.

Courtney already knew what happened to Harold, (to a certain extent) so she obviously didn't want Leshawna finding him. She tried thinking of where he would go. Let's think...Harold always talks about how amazing his martial art skills are, maybe he wanted to fight the killer? That's stupid though. Right up Harold's Street. (Is that just Scottish slang? Idk if that's used in America- 😭)

Would he try find a weapon? God, he could be anywhere. Let's think about where any weapons are on this god forsaken island. The shed...probably the kitchen. Knowing Harold, he probably chose the stupid one. The shed. So she'll check there.

Courtney made sure to let people know of her whereabouts, just incase.

She was armed with a sharpened stick some of the guys made a few days ago. She approached the worn down building. The door was cracked open, already radiating a foul smell.

She slowly opened the door (sayori) to be faced with a brutal sight. A table had blood and small bits of glass splattered on it, and next to it...the old TV. Harold's body lifelessly hanging from it. There was blood dripping from his neck and clotted in his hair.

Courtney stood with a blank expression. She didn't know how to react. Disgusted? Terrified? Angry? Or nothing.

She took three shaky steps back, trying to find her footing before running back to camp. She arrived in a matter of minutes. Instantly falling to her hands and knees, panting.

Leshawna already knew from the look on her face. She knew her Harold was gone. The next thing everyone heard was a wail of complete sorrow. No one even knew a noise like that could come from Leshawna. She wouldn't stop, no matter how many people tried consoling her. Four different people had to stop her from going to find him. It wasn't a pretty sight.

???'s POV -

There's so many now. All dying from their own stupidity. Not to victim blame or anything, but come on! How do you fuck up survival so bad!? Yeah, I give up. At least everyone else is safe.

Hopefully help comes soon, and if not? Then I hope they have painless deaths. Jesus that was morbid, Noah-. Anyways. Cody's...fine...I guess. I don't really know. It's hard to see from out here. Whatever.

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