(Author's Note: Hello! This is my second fanfiction, and Passionate Survival is currently on a hiatus right now so I decided to write a Dead Island fanfiction! This particular chapter is just in Logan's POV for the sake of introduction, and the rest of the chapters are going to be in third person. Hope you enjoy it!)

It has only been an hour since the day started. I was knocked out from drinking last night in some party in the Royal Palms Resort. Normally I'd be staying in bed and rest till the hangover went away, but I suddenly remembered something I saw last night before I was completely knocked out. A jackass shoved me away after I tried talking to him and he started dancing on the stage next to Sam B. like a total fucking idiot. Of course, he was shoved back into the crowd, and some guy was crouching down next to him before – some chick took a bite out of him. Now when I say bite, I don't mean a hickey or some goddamn sexy tease. She actually sunk her teeth into the guy and pulled away with his bloody flesh hanging from her mouth. I thought I was going crazy 'cause I did drink a whole lot before blacking out. Once I became conscious the next day, the smell of blood filled my nostrils and I knew that everything I saw wasn't a dream or anything. I don't remember how I could have possibly walked back on my own, but based on what I saw, I guess I should feel lucky that I didn't get hurt. The blood I smelled was on my skin, but that was probably from other people eating each other and I guess the blood was just popping out everywhere and it got on me. Thank God I didn't have a lady with me at that time.

I quickly got out of bed and shook off the painful throb I felt in my head. This was nothing compared to the headaches I felt after the late night parties from celebrating my victories from winning all those football games.

I felt myself smiling as I remembered those days. I was so fucking awesome. I played in the champions, drank as much as I wanted, scored as many chicks as I could, and I had all the money in the world to do anything I wanted to do. Why? Because I am Logan Carter. I was Texas's god and I loved every damn second of my life there. But then….that accident happened and took it all away from me. I just wanted to show off what I can do during the race against some asshole who didn't know how to shut the hell up about my car. I just wanted to show him how much of a shit his car really was. Then the babe Drew Peters wanted to tag along. I didn't know her well, but I did know she was a fan of mine and that was enough for me to like her enough to share the same car together. If I'd won, she would have been the lady to share the story of how Logan Carter kicked ass in the race and I'd have more fans comin' for me and more parties thrown for me. Though…if I had known the accident was going to happen, I wouldn't have had her come with me. That accident costed me a whole lot of shit. I lost my beautiful car, the girls wouldn't visit me like they used to, I couldn't play in the champions anymore 'cause it fucked up my leg….I was just fucking pissed. I lost everything just like that…and it was all that asshole's fault! I spent days drinking and drugging myself so I wouldn't feel like shit. It worked, but it wasn't enough. The people didn't like me as much as they used to even though they're the reason I'm here on this island 'cause I donated blood to a bloodrive. They were pretty damn happy that I was "generous" enough to go out of my way and give away my blood like that and offered me this trip here to Banoi Island as a gift. That's right. I'm not some loser of a douchebag. I'm Logan Carter. I'm Logan fucking Carter and everyone still loves me.

Ugh..

While I was was washing off the blood from my clothes, I heard the sound of my door being knocked. I walked towards it while wiping the towel on my neck. I was still in my clothes from last night, but to hell with it. I didn't order any room service, so this must be a fan of mine that somehow found out where my room was at.

I opened the door to find a little Asian woman standing there. I think she works here. She was wearing the uniform, but it was all ripped and covered in blood. She also looked pretty damn tired as if she'd been through hell. She also looked surprised, as if she didn't expect me to actually open the door or something. Yeah, I've ignored a few fans before, but I wasn't always that big of an asshole. Oh damn it. Maybe she wasn't even a fan and she's actually those haters who's going to start shit up about that accident. Oh, whatever. I can take her crap if she even tried. I looked up at the hallway and it didn't look the same as I remembered when I first checked in into the place. It was dark and the lights were flickering. The luggages from other guests were all over the place as if someone dropped them all down without care. Am I even at the same hotel?

"Oh! You're Logan, aren't you."

I looked back down at the lady. She looked relieved. She also had an accent when she talked. I do have a thing for exotic women like that…

"I'm so glad I finally found someone that isn't - one of those things!"

I blinked and felt an eyebrow curve. "Things? What the heck are you talking about?"

"There are…people eating each other! Come with me, we have to get out of here!"

She looked at both sides of the hallway before handing a knife over to me.

…Shit.

So that whole thing is still going on? I thought people were just partying too hard and acting crazy 'cause they were drunk or high on something. I didn't even know what to think, but I saw that she was carrying a paddle with her other hand. I reached over and took the paddle from her instead of the knife.

"I think you need the knife more than I do, little lady."

She stared at me for awhile before nodding her head. She then spoke a bit more firmly than before.

"I'm Xian Mei. Let's look out for each other, okay?"

I nodded my head. I don't know what the fuck was going on. Everything was going to hell, but I ain't going to die before going back to sweet Texas for one last time. I'll risk my life to go against those things than to die alone in my hotel room. Why?

Because I'm motherfuckin' Logan Carter, and I won't go down on this goddamn island.