Island of the slaughtered

Rule 12: dØñt MèßS wïtH thîñgS THãT âRēñT YôÜrß

I'm not familiar with Harold's death so it's very likely I'll rewrite this once I finish the whole thing. WE'RE SO CLOSE OH EM GEE.

Day 12

Great. Another person I somewhat appreciated gone. Poof. Like magic. Gwen came running in last night sobbing. We all knew instantly. We're all going to look for his body today. We gave up with trying to find DJ. They all think he might be alive. That small sliver of hope. I know the sliver is worthless. I know he died. I left him. I let him die.

I walked out with my group. There's virtually no one left.

(Hehe virtually [idk if that makes sense but the artwork is a clue about what I'm on abt])

10 of us left. Groups of 5. Though Duncan suggested we go in twos and threes. I got put with Gwen. All she did was cry. Was that what I was like?! Jesus.i looked behind me and.. no Gwen. Fuck.fuck. Gwen better make it out alive. I swear to fucking god. I walked around with no sense of direction at all. That was when I stumbled upon something. Something horrifying. There Trent was. Fishing spears piercing through his skin like arrows on a target. The only sane person here. A person alot of us turned to for optimism, positivity. He was much appreciated. And now he was gone. Desecrated. I stared at him, his eyes burning through me like lasers. I ran. I'm not the best runner. My ears were ringing. I hated it. I fucking hated sierra. No one referred to her as sierra. Just 'the killer'. But it all added up, Izzy's theory. I decided not to think about that now. I ran back to camp, hoping, praying Gwen was alive. Thank god she was fine.

"CODY WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" she gasped as I walked in.

"I.. I found him"

"What..?" Gwen stared, water pooling in her eyes like rain onto a puddle.

"I'm sorry" I said solemnly.

"IM GONNA GET SIERRA" Harold yelled.
Harold was usually quiet, not one to cause a stir, but Sierra killed his best friend. The guy even called her sierra for fucks sake. But was he insane?! He couldn't face off sierra! He had no chance!

"Harold you can't!"

"I'm going and no one can stop me"

"Harold baby.."

"I'm sorry Leshawna, I have to" "I'll find a weapon of hers, if I die, at least I tried."

"Harold! Don't mess with things that aren't  yours!" Courtney persuaded but his mind was set.

The scrawny nerd walked out of the cabin, already contemplating his desicion. Too late. He was gonna try. Or die trying. He made his way to the shed Tyler died in. He completely ignored the body and grabbed a fishing spear. It was blood red. Like a warning. A warning Harold ignored. He felt a surge of confidence surge through his veins. Like he would actually kill sierra. He felt as if it was just one of his video games he played, and this was the final boss.

Oh Harold,
It's gonna be game over for you soon.

He walked through the forest, his original nervous-ness taking over again.

"SIERRA! IF YOUR OUT HERE, COME AND GET ME!"he yelled, his voice cracking mid sentence.

"As you wish" sierra smirked (💀) and emerged from the shadows.

C r e e p y i know.

Sierra lunged towards him knife in hand. Harold cried a type of battle cry and ran towards her with the fishing spear. Sierra got him first, stabbing Harold in the stomach as he yelled in agony.

"You really thought you had a chance? You know, I think I see a sliver of myself in there."

"NEVER" "IM NOT LIKE YOU" Harold yelled in disgust.

"Ah there it is, you know, I can't decide whether you should live or die."

(I love that song)

Sierra laughed at her own 'joke'.

'oh I'm hilarious" she chuckled to no one in particular.

She dragged him by the shirt to the shed he originally got his weapon from. Harold too weak to fight back just accepted he was going to die now. Sierra had an idea. She was gonna be creative with this one. Remembering Harold's love of video games, how about making him into one. Or attempting to, at least.

Sierra gripped a bloodied saw and glanced at Harold. He let out a small sob. Sierra hated that. She hated that she felt a small bit of pity for the boy. She tucked that pity away, deep where she didn't have to face it.
She raised the saw to Harold neck and started cutting, despite his begs and sobs.

"Ple-"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence before died. That was his last breath. Oh but sierra wasn't finished. She found a old style TV in the shed, kind of wierd but alright. She placed it Infront of her and picked up the severed head. Her fist pummeled through the glass, sending shards everywhere. She shoved the head in the television, causing Harold's glasses to go lopsided. She left him there, but decided to leave a small message written in blood. Harolds blood.

"Your next" it read out. Her business was done. Whoever found Harold was next. And she had a vague inkling on who that would be.

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"It's been ages, he's dead" Duncan said.

"Don't say that!" Leshawna said sadly. She wouldn't face it, she couldn't.

"We should go look for him" Courtney said.

"No way" Said Cody.

"Sorry princess" Courtney shit Duncan a glare at the mention of the nickname. They both had hella feelings for eachother but Courtney was much better at hiding them. She had to focus on living. She was going to law school after all.

"Then ill go" Courtney said almost 5 minutes after.

"No, please court" Duncan said almost instantly.

"We can't just leave him there"

"We can"

"I'm going"

Duncan sighed in defeat.

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Courtney walked in the pitch black to the confessional. No one there, just Beth. The stage. No one (you'll be there soon honey)
The craft tent. No one. Medical tent. Just Geoff and owen. By the pond. Sadie and Justin. The shed. She was expecting only Tyler to lie there but as people sometimes say, expectations aren't always reality.

Harold's head was in a TV. His body next to Tyler. Courtney grimaced at the sight. Poor Harold. She noticed a faint flickering in the TV. The words 'game over' appeared behind Harold as the television hummed to life. This made Courtney jump. What the actual fuck. Though there was something worse. Infront of the TV, there was a message written out in red, blood she suspected.The message alone caught her off guard and gave her the feeling she was being watched. She rushed out the shed and back to the cabins hurriedly. This confirmation meant that 10 became 9.

'you're next'

Harold Norbert Cheever Doris Mcrady V
(💀)

Game over :)

Woah two chapters in one day. It might become three! MAYBE. TYSM FOR 1.3K AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA