Snow White

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Everyone woke up early the next morning and went to sit on the logs. Relief spread over the camp as they discovered that no one had been killed during the night; the twelve survivors were all still alive.

"What's that smell?" Mike asked.

"It smells like smoke" Matt replied

Some of the group, including Puck, Finn, Quinn and Rachel, followed the smoky smell which led them to the edge of the lake.

The four exchanged disheartened, aggravated glances at each other upon discovering the foundation of the fire; their raft.

Puck swore under his breath. Finn attempted to splash water onto the fire in an attempt to save some of the wood but it was too late; their raft was useless.

It had been completely destroyed along with the spare wood. The fire soon burned out.

"Whose is it?" Mr. Schue asked

No one answered.

"I'm serious! Whose. Is. It?!" He yelled

Finn, Quinn, and Rachel, raised their hands. Rachel nudged Puck making him raise his hand.

"Wow. You four were trying to leave us on this island just for us to get killed? What the fuck is wrong with you? Do none of you care about the fact that our friends were fucking murdered? Huh? No, none of you care because your to heartless, you selfish assholes." Santana says, shaking her head.

"Look, Santana, of course we care. Why wouldn't we? Just because we tried to escape? That's not a reason to not care. I loved Brittany, you think I didn't? I loved her with all my heart, if I had the chance to go back to that night, I'd go back and save her. I would do that for any of them. I wish I could change the past but I can only move forward. I'm sorry you guys feel that we're selfish but that's your problem, not ours. Q is pregnant and it's our job to try and save her so the baby grows up and has a nice life without some psycho running around and killing people. No one deserves that. Not us. Not Brittany. Not Artie. Especially not that baby." Rachel replied, tears brimming her eyes.

"Whatever." Santana mutters, knowing Rachel was right but walks back to the camp anyway.

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"Who do you think burned it down?" Rachel asked when the four of them were alone.

They all looked upset that their one hope of getting off the island had been destroyed; there would be no way off now.

"Whoever it was must have been watching us last night. They could have been hiding in the trees, or maybe in the hut" Quinn suggested.

"With the bodies?" Finn looked disgusted.

"Either that, or -" Puck paused.

"Or what?"

"Or it was one of us..."

***

"Emma, can I show you something?" Will asked. He directed her into his cabin and showed her the photograph.

Emma put her hand to her mouth in shock.

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