Island of the Slaughtered

Aftermath: 2/3

We open with a wide shot of Bowie’s house as the sun begins to set. Inside, tensions run high as everyone grapples with the madness of Julia’s suggestion. Damien paces back and forth, still in shock at how quickly the group seems to be on board with the idea.

"You might be thinking, 'Why not just send a rescue team?'" Damien says aloud, almost as if breaking the fourth wall. "Well, because it's illegal now. That island... it’s off-limits. No one’s allowed there anymore. This makes Julia’s plan even more insane." His frustration is evident, but Axel steps up, arms crossed, determination in her eyes.

"We survived once, we can do it again," Axel says firmly, her voice full of conviction. She looks at each of them, daring them to disagree.

To everyone’s surprise, Caleb speaks up next. "I'm in, honestly." His tone is calm, resolute, and it leaves the group momentarily stunned. Damien looks at him, wide-eyed, completely taken aback.

"I'm packing. Join me or don't. I don't care," Julia declares abruptly, her voice cold and determined as she heads for the door. The camera follows her as she leaves Bowie’s house, walking quickly and purposefully.

Chef, watching from the corner of the room, stands up and follows her outside. "Julia, wait," he calls after her. She stops and turns around, her expression showing she’s ready for more resistance.

"What?" she replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"If you're leaving... you're gonna need a boat." Chef smirks, and Julia's hardened expression softens into a slight smile.

"I knew you were cool," she mutters, the smallest glint of hope lighting her eyes. Chef nods and leads her down the street toward his place, where his navy seal training has left him with the tools they’ll need — including a boat, tucked away in his backyard.

Back inside, the group is still debating.

"I can’t believe I’m saying this, but... fine. Whatever, I’ll go," Wayne mutters, running a hand through his hair as he finally caves in after Axel’s relentless pushing. Bowie watches the whole exchange, frowning.

"Ughhh," Bowie groans dramatically, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. I’ll go, too. I can’t believe I’m doing this."

"Are you guys crazy?" Damien says, exasperated, looking around the room in disbelief. "This is a suicide mission! We barely made it out alive last time, and now you want to go back?"

Caleb steps forward, putting a hand on Damien’s shoulder. "C'mon, Damien. I’ll stay by your side the whole time. We’ll be in this together." His voice is calm and reassuring, and Damien looks torn, glancing between his friend and the others.

Damien looks almost disgusted, "No! You guys are out of it! As soon as we got off that island everything went to shit, nobody believed us. I'm not going back just because all of you made some split-second decision!"

The argument goes back and forth for what feels like hours. Damien keeps shaking his head, listing all the reasons this is a terrible idea. But Caleb, ever patient, continues to plead with him, his loyalty evident in every word.

Finally, after two hours of heated debate, Damien lets out a long, exhausted sigh. "Fine. Fine! I’ll go. But if anything goes wrong, I’m blaming all of you. I will sue!"

The group exhales in unison, a mix of relief and apprehension. They’re all in now. The decision has been made.

The camera cuts to Julia and Chef at his place, preparing the boat for the journey ahead. Julia’s eyes are set with a grim determination. They’re going back to the island. And this time, they’re not leaving without answers—or the people they lost.

Everyone is outside Bowie's house, Chef holding one large bag for everyone.