Island of the Slaughtered

Aftermath: 3/3

We open with the group standing at the dock, staring at Chef's small boat. The waves gently lap against the sides, and the mood is tense but determined. They’ve all packed light, agreeing on one large bag to share. No one plans on staying on the island longer than necessary. Julia, surprisingly, left MK’s jacket at home, almost as if forcing herself to move forward.

They board the boat, everyone sitting close to each other in the limited space. Axel takes charge of navigation, a map spread out on her lap, while Chef sits at the helm, his hands gripping the wheel as he starts the engine. The motor hums to life, and they slowly pull away from the dock.

The boat ride is quiet at first, the sound of the water and the motor filling the silence. Bowie fidgets with the straps of the bag, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone. He’s clearly still shaken, and no one blames him.

"So... what’s the plan?" Caleb asks, trying to break the silence. "We get there, look around, and leave as fast as we can, right?"

"That’s the idea," Axel responds, not looking up from the map. "We’ll stay together the entire time. No one wanders off alone. Not like before."

"Yeah, no splitting up," Wayne adds, his voice quieter than usual. "We all stick together. Raj would've wanted that." He looks out at the ocean, his expression darkening as he mentions his best friend.

Julia sits in the back, arms crossed, staring at the horizon. She hasn’t said much since leaving Bowie’s house, her mind clearly elsewhere. Caleb notices this and tries to lighten the mood. "It’s kind of like a field trip, right? Except, you know... to a murder island." He chuckles awkwardly, but no one laughs at his goofy ahh joke.

Damien rolls his eyes. "A field trip? Yeah, sure. If the field trip includes death traps, a psycho killer, and... whatever the fuck happened to MK." His voice trails off, and the tension in the air thickens again.

"Let’s not talk about that," Bowie says, his voice strained. "We’ll figure things out when we get there. But let’s not bring up... her right now." It’s clear the mention of MK is too much for him, especially after what happened with Raj. Bowie has no hate in his heart for MK, even after what happened to Raj. He acnolages the fact she clearly wasn't in the correct state of mind.

Julia finally speaks, her voice low and serious. "You’re right. We’ll handle it when we get there. But I’m not leaving without answers." Her gaze is hard, focused, as if nothing else matters to her but finding the truth.

Caleb tries again to lighten the mood. "Hey, Chef, how long till we get there?"

Chef doesn’t respond immediately, his eyes locked on the water ahead. "Not long," he mutters, his tone carrying an edge of reluctance.

The group falls into silence once more. Axel continues to check the map while everyone else sits quietly, lost in their own thoughts. The ocean feels endless around them, the waves rhythmic and almost hypnotic.

Wayne and Bowie exchange a few quiet words, reminiscing about the times they shared with Raj. Julia taps her fingers anxiously on the side of the boat, glancing occasionally at Axel, as if wanting to ask something but holding back.

"I can’t believe we’re doing this," Damien mutters, his arms crossed. Caleb gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

The camera pans over the group, capturing their tense expressions as they approach the island. Chef's eyes harden as the familiar silhouette of the island appears in the distance, the dark outline creeping into view.

After what feels like hours, Chef takes a deep breath, gripping the wheel tightly as he finally speaks.

"We... have arrived."

The camera slowly pans to reveal the island looming ahead, the same place where their nightmare began. The boat slows, the waves lapping eerily against the shore as they prepare to face what awaits them.