Revenge of the Island

Episode 22: Second Escape

The episode begins with Chef stepping up to Raj, observing him closely. "You all right, boy?" Chef’s deep voice is tinged with concern. Raj looks up but seems disoriented, his eyelids heavy. Julia, standing nearby, tries to reassure the group. "He did say he had a head knock," she says. Axel, arms crossed, isn’t as convinced. "It’s been over a year since we last saw him. We don’t really know what happened to him out here."

Confessional - Axel:
"Hah! Knew I saw the confessional! Jeez, it's grosser than before in here... oh-um-anyways-yeah, anything couldve happened after we left, also, I've recently noticed everyone letting their guards down. They assume the only threat is Scary Girl, or MK. They all think that dead dude on the beach was the killer, they think the killers dead. I don't know what I think, but there's no chance im letting my guard down for a second."

Caleb decides to take action, guiding Raj inside the cabin. He hands him a bottle of clean water and settles him onto one of the bottom bunks. Raj mutters nothing, simply rolling over to face the wall, his silence unnerving Caleb slightly.

Outside, Damien breaks the tension. "We found Raj. Can we leave now?" His tone is desperate, a mix of relief and frustration. Julia’s voice drops, barely a whisper. "But… what about the others?"

Damien narrows his eyes, an annoyed edge in his voice. "The others? Just say MK. Don’t pretend you care about anyone else who might've lived," he snaps. This isn't the first time these two have had an arguement, not even close. They find both of their personalities clashing together in negative ways more often than not. Julia, momentarily taken aback, is just about to fire back when Axel intervenes.

"That boat won’t hold us all anyway," Axel points out. "It was cramped on the way here. With Raj, it's even tighter. If we somehow get MK, we’ll barely fit." Chef sighs. "It’s true. That boat wasn’t made for this many people," he agrees. "And even if we did find her, how are we exactly going to be getting MK on the boat?" Bowie says with an eyebrow slightly raised.

Caleb breaks the silence, offering a suggestion. "We could tie her up with rope." But Bowie quickly counters. "Tie her up? Did you forget what Damien, Axel, and Wayne saw? MK’s gone feral. We can't just walk up and tie her up, just like that."

Wayne’s face lights up with an idea. "A trap! We could make a trap for her!" He’s visibly more spirited since Raj returned, even with Raj’s current state.

Bowie raises his eyebrow high, "A trap? This isn’t a cartoon. The only one here who might pull that off—" He catches himself, "without hurting anyone..." he looks to Chef, who sheepishly smiles. "Is Axel."

Julia raises a doubtful eyebrow. "And how would you make a trap that manages to catch MK without hurting anyone?"

Damien shrugs, picking up on her concern. "We can assume she lives in the trees, right?"

Axel, ever pragmatic, asks, "Lives? Why do you think that?"

"Well, she always strikes from the trees," Damien reasons, glancing around. He quickly picked up on the fact MK attacked both Raj and Wayne from the trees.

Caleb suggests they split up again. "We draw her out. When she tries to grab one of us, she falls right into the trap."

"Then we leave this island. Once and for all," Damien adds, pointedly looking at Julia, who meets his gaze.

Axel crosses her arms. "Cool idea and all, but we need an actual trap, geniuses."

Damien smirks. "Axel, you build the trap, and I’ll handle the smart stuff—like calculating outcomes and her swinging speed."

Axel rolls her eyes. "Smart stuff? You calling me dumb?"

Damien shrugs. "Just saying you should stick to what you’re good at. I know you’re a bit of a survivalist."

It’ a very unexpected, unlikely partnership, and the group exchanges glances, curious to see if Damien and Axel can pull this off. Just as everyone’s mulling over the plan, Bowie points to a camera, sitting on a corner part of the cabin. "What if they’ve been listening this whole time?" he murmurs, a shiver running down his spine. Although a year has passed, and any cameras that still remain are rundown and broken-there's always that what-if. That small chance.

Wayne winces, glancing up at the camera. "Oof." The grim realization sets in: the island’s secrets might be far from dead.