As the days continued on this island, Scotty saw signs that this man had a very dangerous side to him. In fact, while he was out hunting boar, he saw a rope dangling. Having a feeling that this was a trap, he decided not to touch or go anywhere near it. Continuing on, it took him away, before coming back; dragged a boar now dead in a makeshift net.
Lilly looked up, "Boar again," wanting something a bit different," Could go for a cheese steak, which made him chuckle," What I'm hungry?"
"That's good, you look better today," Scotty replied, "Dinner tonight is Boar, tomorrow I'll fish okay?"
She smiled, " How about we go for a walk, later on?," wanting to do this while she was feeling up to it, while watching him lifting up the boar onto the makeshift spit, Lilly was amazed, noticing that he was much more muscular now. At the same time, felt extremely homesick, wanting to see it again, "You think we'll ever get rescued?"
At the moment, Scotty shook his head, "I don't know Lil," also feeling the same way, for the time being he proceeded cooking their dinner, "Could just picture Nick trying to catch boar, probably end up falling into mud or something."
"Kat probably yell at him," Lilly replied," Then he'll be sure to complain all day," feeling even lonelier without seeing their squad," I really miss them." She paused for a moment, before looking up at him, "We're probably dead."
He knew that all that they had gone through together on this island, the fear of knowing this, made even Scotty nodding in agreement. Later on after the two ate their dinner, they walked along the shore; barefoot, while watching the sunset, "Romantic huh?" Lilly asked," One thing good about this island."
"Guess vacationing in the Bahamas is out," Scotty said," Did want to take you there."
With a smile, the two continued to walk, enjoying this romantic time together. After darkness had set in, Scotty pulled her closer, engaging in a slow, kiss. Just six minutes later, the two found themselves making love inside of their tent. Although their love had grown so strong, and the overwhelming desires had kicked in.
Afterwards, the two lay together, feeling both content. Exhaling deeply, Lilly moved closer; snuggling against him. She had remembered how they had once slept together, but this time felt much different and less rushed, "You alright," hearing him ask softly.
"I'm fine," Lilly answered," What if he planned this to happen, us lands up here together. This guy his accomplish, had probably been watching us back in Philly?"
Glancing g over, he sighed," Could be a long-shot there Lil, the odds of us, stranded on killer island, which a killer."
"Killer Island, that's unique," she said, while laughing softly," Never thought we'd be speaking about this after having sex. Guess we're both still addicted to our jobs."
Shortly after that, the two fell asleep. Outside their hut, the man stood there, holding a bloodied knife. He was going to allow them both to live, after having no other choice. Besides, his thirst had died down, as the whispers now grew silent.
When morning had arrived, Lilly could feel her heart pounding front inside of her chest. Not once did she inform Scotty, but instead didn't simply mention it. Besides, they needed to get off this island, as soon as possible.
After coming back from the creek, Scotty was working harder on the boat," When do you think it will be ready?" as he now looked at her.
"Tomorrow, have to make some adjustments," as he peered into the water," Is that an arm?"
Using a long stick, Scotty was able to pull it in for a closer inspection. The two were shocked upon seeing a severed arm. That's when a dead body fell out of one of the tree, knocking Lilly down. After helping her up, he had to get them both off this island, before anything else happened.
After moving the dead body, away from their camp; Scotty then proceeded dig a grave. His biggest fear was burying Lilly; still afraid that he would lose her for good. Flashes of her lying on the ground dead; made the tears flow out of his eyes, as he continued digging.
It had gotten so bad, that Scotty had to stop and wipe both his eyes. With a breath, he then proceeded to finish, before burying the body. Trying to find out the cause of the death wasn't necessary; being a homicide detective himself.
Shortly after returning, he continued putting the finishing touches on their raft. Scotty was pushing himself harder, wanting to so desperately return home. Though homesick, his main concern remained on Lilly.
Four hours later, while in the ocean fishing; he came across yet another dead body. His heart rate increased, but it didn't stop him from wondering if there was as ship out there. It was quite possible, as he came back and began gathering enough wood to start a huge fire.
Reading into his thoughts, Lilly then grabbed his arm," Enough Scotty, there is no ship. The killer is the one who is responsible, don't you see. He's testing us, we're cops."
"What is there is?" he asked," Don't you want to go home?"
Lilly nodded," Tomorrow we're leaving together," as she took his hand," I know he's going to come back and kill us. I don't want to die here, if this disease kills me."
