Death Island

Death Island Book 1 Safe Zones
He stood at the edge of the Safe Zone that he had found watching the land disappear. This wasn't the first time he had been doing this. No it was more like the thousandth time. It wasn't that he didn't WANT to leave the island but that he COULDN'T leave. Not yet anyways. He would one day just as the first to have "survived" did. He couldn't help but remember those eleven kids. They couldn't have been older then seven or eight and yet... they had managed to get past the water traps and onto the beach. They had lived on the island for ten years. Quite the feet if you had asked him since he had almost died hundreds in the single year that he had been been on the island. Sighing he left his place. It wouldn't be long now until the next three ships came. Then he could see who survived and who won't.