Island Of The Slaughtered

2 | " Hide and Zeke "

—————— RULE #1 - Find him Quickly.

Ezekiel slowly closes the confessional door behind him, as he hears the bitter and deafening silence begin to grow around the atmosphere. It's night time now, everyone's in their cabins, awaiting a peaceful and un-disturbing snooze.

"Yo yo yo my homies! To my peeps back at home, I'm winning thi-" His voice is interrupted by heavy breathing, awaiting his presence from outside of the confessional door. "Chris dude, this isn't funny!

Ezekiel lets out an awkward giggle, as he scoots his legs close to his chest, resting his arms onto his knees and hiding his head. His heart sinks into his chest, beating faster than ever. Sweat slowly sprinkles down his face.

He winces, letting out a few small droplets of tears. "Not funny..!" he mumbles under his cries. He squeezes tightly onto his legs, in disbelief.

The door bursts open, as Ezekiel lets out a shriek. The killer aggressively revved his chainsaw, stabbing it onto Ezekiel which caused his body parts to be separated into various pieces.

The confessional was now covered in blood and tears, all because of the killer. As the quiet sound footsteps swiftly got louder towards the confessional, the killer swiftly shuffles away while carrying Ezekiel's body parts, except for his blood-written name on the confessionals wall.

Chris rubs his eyes, walking towards the confessional noticing the door had been unlocked. His vision was blurry, as he'd just awakened from a 3 hour nap. Chris slowly opened the confessional door, his eyes widening at the sight.

The confessional was covered in blood, Ezekiel's blood. But he didn't know that, or did he? Perhaps he was behind it all. But how could he? Chris covered his mouth with his hands, his body quivering as he was about to break into tears.

He shrieked, lunging away as tears formed into his eyes. They quickly poured down his cheeks, as he sprinted into his cabin. Panicking, he screamed Chefs name.

"Chef! CHEF! We've got to go! Theres a killer! SOMEONES DEAD!" He was turning pale, his brain shattering into pieces like a fragile glass pane. He shoved his belongings into his suitcases, sprinting out of the cabin.

Chef followed behind, unaware of what was happening or what to do. They were both panicking as they sprinted down the dock, leaping onto the boat. The engine begun, the boat immediately driving across the reflective waters.

Oh, the poor campers. Left alone on an island with danger at sight? How could you Chris? They'll all avenge you soon. Not in the kind way, I vow.

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The sun rises, as the campers slowly awaken one by one. Geoff emerges from his sleep, noticing how the cabins door remained open. He let out a stretch, followed by a yawn.

"Hey dudes, did someone leave the door open?" He tilts his head, confused. DJ yawns, as he lifts himself up. "Nope! I don't think any of us have gone out, we've all been asleep." He rubs his eyes.

Geoff looks around, his vision getting less blurry per second. Duncan was there, so was Tyler, same with DJ, and the same with Cody, Trent & Owen. But who could be missing?

It all came back to him suddenly, his eyes widening. "Zeke..?" Geoff quietly mumbles, looking around. "I'll go look for him, I'm just gonna grab my-"

Geoff peeks his head under his bunk while talking, his eyes widening as he lets out a gruesome scream. "Oh.. my gosh..?" Geoffs eyes are wide open, everyone else wakes up to the noise of Geoff and his loud screams.

"What the hell dude?" Duncan groans, rubbing his eyes. "Zeke.. his.. head." Geoff stutters, curling up into a ball. He points to under his bed, as Duncan slowly shifts over.

Duncan's eyes widen too as he leans under, reaching his shaky hands and pulling out a decapitated head. It wasn't just any head. It was Ezekiel's. Who expected to see his head under their bunk? Not Geoff, certainly. But perhaps it was a sign. Or an alert.

DJ lays on his bed, his hands covering his face. "How could this.. happen?" DJ muffles under his sobs, as Geoff pats him on the shoulder. "I don't know, but we've gotta tell Chris." Geoff tilts his head facing Duncan, then looking back at DJ.

"We should let the others know. Perhaps he committed suicide, or.. someone here.. murdered him?" Geoff mutters, his frown growing more. He crosses his arms, tipping his hat down to cover his eyes.

Duncan gets up, placing Ezekiels head down and grabbing some sanitiser. "Gosh, that thing is nasty." Duncan rubs his palms together and then dusts his hands off of his shirt. Trent lays there in the corner, his eyes deceived by the vision.

Suddenly, Tyler shrieks. "GUYS!" He screams, inching away from his bed. They all look over to him, a confused yet curious look. "There's.. an.. arm." He stutters, his teeth chattering as he's curled up into a ball.

Everyone's eyes widen. "I did hear someone leaving the cabin last night, I think it was Ezekiel. He never came back after." Trent tilts his head, lifting himself up. Suddenly, loud and swift herds of footsteps get louder towards the door. All the girls burst in, their faces as pale as snow.

Lindsay is shivering from fear, her eyes widened and her body quivering. "There's someone's arm in the cabin!" She points nervously, stuttering as her eyes begin to form tears. Everyone enters the cabin, sitting on the floor.

"It's Ezekiel's." replies Trent, placing his guitar down and getting up. "I don't know how it happened, but we haven't seen him at all since he went off last night." He crosses his arms, looking down. "So.. he's.. dead?" Bridgette mutters under her breath.

Duncan nods. "What if it's a silly challenge from Chris? We can go find him." Beth exclaims, smiling awkwardly. "I agree. We better tell Chris, after all he's our only hope to get out of here." Gwen replies, sighing. "Let's go, Gwen!" Beth frowns, opening the door. They both walk out.

"Let's all stay in here for now until we get answers - don't go out until we know it's safe." Heather says, sitting down. Everyone follows. Bridgette scoots closer to Geoff, curling up into a ball. "Gosh, if that's just his arm and head, where could his legs and torso be..?" Bridgette mumbles, dropping her head down onto her knees.

"Don't worry Bridge, I've got you!" Geoff smiles, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "I can't believe he's dead. How could this happen?" Courtney sighs, crossing her legs. "I dunno princess, but we'll get answers soon." Duncan smiles. Courtney scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Don't call me that, Duncan. You know we're over. Call me it again and you'll be all scruffed up."

Duncan chuckles, sitting back beside his bunk. Lindsay scoots over to Izzy, smiling. "Can I brush your hair? It looks tangled!" Lindsay grins. "Hmm, I love tangled hair! It gives me more characteristic traits, but why not?" Izzy tilts her head with a grin. Lindsay smiles back, grabbing a hairbrush and pulling back with the hairbrush on Izzy's hair.

The door knocks. "It's us! We're back!" shouts Beth, opening the door. "Chris isn't here, neither is Chef." Gwen rubs her arm, with a nervous look. "So your telling me we're all stuck here with some psycho murderer on the loose?" Heathers jaw drops, her eyes widening. "I'm too young to die, I can't!" Tears begin to form in her eyes, as she covers her eyes with her hands.

"We don't know if there's a killer yet, he possibly could've killed himself." Gwen mutters, frowning. "I'm gonna take a nap, I'm quite tired." Courtney mumbles, yawning. She lays down on the floorboards, falling asleep every second. It goes quiet. It's silent.

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