The Island of Destiny
You dash around John and run out of the tent, yelling for someone to help you. Robert and the others step out of their tents, looking for the source of the sound.
You yell to them "Help! Help! He's got a knife! He's trying to kill me!"
But then two of the hunting men grab you by the arms and you look at Robert in shock. He is holding a knife as well.
He now wears a sick grin on his face and says "We always are looking for new people to come to our island. And when they do, we catch them and bring them to our camp."
"But w-why?" you whimper.
He cackles and holds his knife close to your neck. "Fresh meat," he says. "Human meat to be exact. It's our favorite food."
The other men gather around you, each holding a sharp knife. You know what is coming.
You yell to them "Help! Help! He's got a knife! He's trying to kill me!"
But then two of the hunting men grab you by the arms and you look at Robert in shock. He is holding a knife as well.
He now wears a sick grin on his face and says "We always are looking for new people to come to our island. And when they do, we catch them and bring them to our camp."
"But w-why?" you whimper.
He cackles and holds his knife close to your neck. "Fresh meat," he says. "Human meat to be exact. It's our favorite food."
The other men gather around you, each holding a sharp knife. You know what is coming.
