Island of the Slaughtered

Episode 5: Dark Red Clothes

The episode opens with the contestants slowly waking up and preparing for the day. Julia sits apart from the others, visibly anxious. MK approaches her with a friendly smile. "Hey, Julia! How are you feelin' today?"

Julia takes a step back, "Um… I don’t know, MK. I just can’t trust you right now."

MK’s smile falters, confusion crossing her face.

Confessional - MK:
"What did I do? She doesn't seriously think I killed Priya does she?? I mean yeah, me and Priya weren't close but I wouldnt KILL her!?"

"What do you mean? I thought we were starting to acually be friends last season?" MK says, believing they were friendly.

Julia shakes her head, "After what happened with Priya… it’s hard for me to feel that way. I just need some space."

Without another word, Julia rushes back into the cabin, leaving MK standing there, a mix of confusion and sadness in her eyes. The camera lingers on her face, capturing the moment of vulnerability.

Later, MK gathers the group in the common area, her voice serious. "Look, I really don’t want to be covered in blood any longer. It feels… wrong, this is gross as shit."

Confessional - MK:
"This is gross, I really don't know what happened to Priya! I ran as soon as I saw blood, I wasn't trying to die!"

"I don’t mind staying covered. It gives me a certain… edge." Scary Girl tells everyone, nonchalantly.

The group exchanges uneasy glances, unsure how to react to Scary Girl’s statement. Even MK looks a bit taken aback.

Bowie sighs, "Right, well, let’s get you cleaned up, MK. This is getting out of hand."

"We should go to the showers. But we can’t let anyone go alone. Let’s send a few of us with you." Raj says with a steady voice.

Confessional - Raj:
"The showers are pretty far from the cabin, I'll go."

Wayne, looking around, "I volunteer to go. I can keep an eye on things."

The group agrees on a plan: MK and Scary Girl will go to the showers with three others for safety. Bowie, Raj, and Wayne decide to join them.

As they walk to the showers, MK glances back at the cabin, where Julia sits alone, a frown on her face. She can’t shake the feeling of betrayal, yet a part of her wants to prove Julia wrong.

"I wish things were different… I didn't even WANT to come on this season. Ugh--I'm fucking broke." MK mutters to herself quietly.

Scary Girl, seemingly concerned--but who really knows, says, "You okay? You look… off."

"Yeah, just… thinking." MK claims.

They finally reach the showers, the sound of water rushing fills the air. As MK begins to wash off the blood from her clothes, she looks around at the group.

"Thanks for coming with me. I really appreciate it." MK says, kind tone of voice. "No problem. We need to stick together, especially with everything happening." Bowie tells MK.

Confessional - Bowie:
"Do I trust MK? ...ehh.. but if the killer isn't her, and they try to attack us right now, she'll be great bait." Bowie says smiling, half-serious.

As they wash up, they chat and laugh, the tension easing slightly. MK feels a sense of relief, though her mind lingers on Julia’s distrust.

Confessional  - Raj:
"I really don't think MK's bad, the hockey bros trust you bro! HOOT HOOT!!" He says pointing at the camera.

"Hey, we should throw a party once this is all over. Blood-free, of cou- OH we should all go play hockey! Right Rajie?!" Wayne says wide-eyed.

"Yeah Wayner! Great idea!" Raj exclaims, excited.

Back at the cabin, Julia is pacing nervously, still unsure about MK. She glances at the clock, wondering if the others are safe. The camera cuts to MK, who is laughing with the others in the shower, she's fully clothed, a smile on her face.

As night falls, the group returns to the cabin, blood-free and feeling slightly more at ease.

"Alright, who’s brave enough to keep watch tonight?" Damien asks, looking around the cabin.

Julia, reluctantly, "I will. Just in case."

As the group settles in for the night, MK catches Julia’s eye. There’s a moment of understanding, but Julia quickly looks away, leaving MK feeling a mix of emotions.