"32 junior high school students, together with their 2 teachers died while having a tour at the so called Game Island. Militaries are now currently investigating about their sudden death. For now, the case is still a mystery. This is Heather Wooden, reporting." I shut off the TV after she rendered the ongoing investigation.
I took a sip of my coffee, rested my back and stared out of nowhere. Game Island~hmmm.
My gaze shifted at my phone that is now ringing. "Chief," I answered calmly.
"We badly need you here, Lieutenant Brown."
"But I thought I'm on my vacation? As far as I know, you brought 50 soldiers there. I'll just meddle—"
"26 died."
"What!"
"We need you here in respite, and that is an order!"
"I'll be there, Chief Lew."
As the call ended, I quickly grab my uniform and drive my way to Game Island. A blast of wind touches my body as my booths stormed at the Island's grass.
I can see my fellow soldiers hustling while holding their weapons.
"Lieutenant Brown, reporting for duty!" I saluted, so is he. "Where are the dead bodies?" I asked while eyes are wandering.
"That's the problem. We can't see dead bodies around this island, so is the teachers and student." He hold his AR-15 rifle and looked at me, "Something's not right! Something's going on here! Get a grip of your gun, let's move!"
"Why not playing a game first?"
He gave me a bitter smile, "The hell, Lieutenant! We're not here to play games!"
I bring out my flick-knife and pointed to each and everyone of them.
"Play?" I smirked, "Or die?"
The other soldiers pointed their guns at me.
"You're a traitor! Kill him!"
Before they pull the trigger, the land already eaten their bodies, and I am the only last man standing on this island.
—
"Can you tell us what happened, Lieutenant Brown?"
"How did you survive alone?"
"What happened to their cold bodies?"
"Speak now, Lieutenant Brown."
I remained still while the media is seeking for my answers. Cameras and recorders are everywhere and body guards are on pressure of guarding me from the people.
I stopped walking when medias already pushed the body guards around me. I thought I will be discreeted from everyone.
I slouched and pulled out my chest, "I tried my best to save them—but the island threw me into the water." I let out a tear in both of my eyes, "I feel sorry to all of them."
'Believe me, mother fuckers! Play with me!'
"Now, if you'll excuse us...Lieutenant Brown is 10 minutes late to his meeting to the president."
I give them a pleasing smile and they all move. But before I hop on my motorcycle, I heard someone murmur to her friend.
"I don't believe Lieutenant Brown's words, Kelly. Think of it, every person who stepped on that island died. How come he —"
"Roxanne! Open your eyes, Roxanne! HELP!"
"Tsk! Noisy Roxanne deserves to be killed," I murmured and drive across the road.
