The Island of the Slaughtered | TDI AU

Rule #3 Be Aware of the Differences

"Do you think we'll ever get off this island, Sadie?" I asked, sitting on a log that we moved from the elimination grounds to the camp. I used a stick to poke at the dirt while my free hand supported my head.

"Of course, Katie!" Sadie smiled, sitting in a seat across from me. She was always more optimistic than me, which I love about her.

The rest of the campers were wandering around looking for something to do. It sucks cause we all feel as if we're sitting ducks, waiting for the next kill. We've pretty much accepted there's no immediate way off of the island, unless we want to become fish food. We also realize we don't know enough about the killer to fight her head on!

I only said her because I like to imagine it's a girl... cause you know, girl power n stuff...

Anyway.

"If we can't find a way off, after the 8 week period, our parents are going to become worried sick and make Chris come back for us." Sadie added.

"I guess that's true... I just don't know what I'm going to do if you die before me."

"Don't say that, Katie." She frowned, "There's no way that could happen!"

"Sadie, if I found your rotting corpse, I'd kill myself right then and there." I stared into her eyes with a serious tone.

"That's not concerning at all!" She paused, "But I would too!" We laughed a little bit before DJ called us over. All 20 of us hung outside of the Killer Bass cabin as DJ spoke up.

"I hate to put you guys in this kind of situation mid-day, but..." he twiddled with the fur on Bunny's back, "I did a count on the food we have in stock. At the rate we're at now, we won't have enough food to last the next 7 weeks."

"Yeah, that's my bad guys... I get late night munchies." Owen chuckled, earning glares from the group.

"Do you really risk your life every night just to get a snack from the dining hall...? Which, by the way, is wasting food for the meals DJ and I carefully planned out?" Courtney's glare cut deeper than the others, turning Owen's laugh into one of nerves.

"Well, not really... I sneak them into my pocket while DJ makes the meals."

"Dude, not cool." Duncan shook his head.

"Either way," DJ sighed, "It doesn't have to be today, but it'd be really nice for some of you to go out and fetch some extra food...? If I have to go myself I will, but-"

"No one's going anywhere alone," Trent smiled, "we can all take shifts."

"Great idea, twiddle down our numbers so the killer can't hear us coming." Noah sighed, "I doubt he'll use that to his advantage."

"I didn't mean in groups of one, Noah." Trent subtly glared, which is surprisingly out of character for him...? "How about the Screaming Gopher ladies go first, then the boys, then the Killer Bass girls, and their boys."

"Thanks, Trent." Gwen rolled her eyes, "Definitely wanted to go first."

"Huh? Are you mad at me for-"

"No, it's fine." She stood up and dusted herself off, "Let's get this over with."

"Ooh! Idea!" Sadie raised her arm, "What if we have accountabilibuddies! We lost Lindsay because no one was keeping an eye on her, right? If we all have someone to account for, then we'll be a lot safer!" She smiled as the group vocally applauded her for her idea.

"I'll be with Leshawna then!" Gwen smiled.

"That leaves the three of us, maties!" Izzy said, with a hooked finger. Beth smiled in response.