Disclaimer: I Do Not own TDI or TDA
Author's Note: This story contains description of gore and murderous scenes.
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Total Drama Island had just ended. The campers were all at Playa De Losers, kicking back and relaxing before going home.
Chris was laying in a chair while Chef was cooking steaks right next to him. The sun was shinning and everything seemed fine. Geoff was in the hot tub with Bridgette and Ezekiel. Owen and Izzy were having a burping contest. Cody and Tyler were playing Frisbee. Gwen, Trent, and Leshawna were sitting on the pool's edge. Lindsay and Beth were in the pool. Justin, Katie, and Sadie were dancing on the pool island. Noah and Harold were sitting by the poolside. Everything was going good….until…
"Where's Chris?" asked Harold.
"He said he had to grab his Sunscreen." Chef replied.
They 22 campers continued what they were doing for about 2 hours. Chris still hadn't come back.
"Shouldn't Chris be back by now?" Duncan asked.
"I'll go check." Chef said.
He got off his lounge chair and walked towards the Playa De Losers entrance. A few minutes later, Chef came running back with a panicked look on his face. He tripped over many things as he ran towards the campers.
"Calm down Chef! Where's the fire?" Geoff said.
"Chris…Chris…is…he's…" Chef was panting hard and couldn't pronounce his words.
"Out with it Chef!" Heather said.
"Chris…is…dead!"
"WHAT???" the campers yelled.
"I walked into his room…and he was on the floor…with a knife in his throat!" Chef said, still panting.
Some campers started panicking, some thought it was a trick, and some went to see Chris's body.
"Let's all just calm down." Justin said. "There is obviously an explanation for all this."
All 22 campers walked to Chris's room and looked at the body. Bridgette checked his pulse.
"He's dead alright…" Bridgette said nervously.
"Who killed him?" Noah asked.
"We don't know anything until the authorities can tell us something." Gwen said.
Trent grabbed the phone and dialed 911. He stood there for a while, then slammed the phone down.
"The phone isn't working." Trent said.
Duncan grabbed the phone wire and followed it. He came to a part where a knife had been used to cut the wire.
"It's cut." Duncan said.
"Let's find a different phone!" Lindsay screamed.
The campers raced through the hallways of Playa De Losers until the light shut off.
"The power's out." Eva said.
"To the boat!" Izzy yelled. "Let's get out of here!"
The campers left the Playa De Loser building and ran outside toward the pool grounds. Chef stopped right at the dock.
"Where's the boat?" he said.
"So you're telling me that we're stuck on this resort?" Heather said. "With a killer!"
"We can't call anyone… we can't get away…and we can't swim or run away." Gwen said.
"Yes we can!" Harold said. "We can just swim away or run through the woods!"
"It's too dangerous." Chef said. "That's what the killer wants us to do! We have to stay in one big group!"
"No way!" Tyler said
"I'm getting out of here!" Cody screamed.
The campers started scrambling around the Resort, looking for anyway out of the wretched place. They were all screaming and tripping until they stopped…at the sound of a gunshot.
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Author's Note: The killer will be revealed way later in the story. Basically, the campers will keep getting picked off one by one until it's just the killer and one camper. Review please!