"We need to talk."

"I have nothing to say to you."

Heather took a switchblade from her pocket and cut the rope that binned Duncan's legs, "I don't have time to hear your bitching and moaning. If you want to get off of this island alive, you'll listen to me."

Duncan stretched out his legs and said nothing.

"Don't look at me like that. You're not exactly the innocent one here, Duncan," she shook her head, "Listen; I know a way out of here. Please just hear me out."

Again, he said nothing but nodded his head.

She told him just about everything Kyle had let her in on. Apparently Kyle's brother Danny was going to take about over to the island to take him and Heather back to the city. Kyle was tired, exhausted actually. He -at first- wanted to burn the entire place down, disintegrate it. But in his own sick mind, he felt it wasn't quick enough. He figured the easiest way to finish them all off would be a bomb. Quick and easy.

In exactly 4 days the bomb would be detonated and Camp Wawanakwa would be nothing but a memory.

"I know it's a long shot but if we can get everyone on that boat, we just might be able to escape," the lack of hope in her eyes scared him, "it might be our last chance."

He thought he would never be able to trust her again but was surprised that he actually had some faith in her plans.

Heather cut the last rope that tied his arms together and stood up, "this is why I came to you for help; you were the only one who had no choice but to listen."

Duncan stood up and rubbed his wrists, "Looks like I have no choice then."

She felt relieved. He was the first one to trust her in a long time. They shook hands.

"Might as well get the hard part over with now," Duncan said as he walked towards the door, "getting everyone's trust back."

He stormed into the woods, not knowing where he was going, not caring. Kyle's alleged "helpers" had abandoned him. Having Heather gone made him feel especially weak; alone. He was having mental arguments with himself and breaking down slowly. He missed having someone to care for him. He missed the feeling of a woman's touch. He missed having pleasant company. He missed his friends and his brother's comforting words. He had hoped Duncan and Heather would have given that to him; give him the feeling on being wanted. But who was he kidding? He knew they only stuck with him because they felt they had to. To survive.

He wants to go home but at the same time he's afraid of what might happen if the mental hospital found out he was there; he has nowhere to go.

These thoughts made Kyle sick to his stomach; dizziness overcame him. He leaned on a nearby tree and fell to the ground. The cold, wet dirt felt oddly comfortable and within a few seconds he was asleep. Kyle hadn't slept for 2 weeks straight and found comfort on the ground in the dark woods.

The remaining people sat in Chris's large room, silent. They all felt tired, exhausted, and all the hope they once had was drained out of them. Nobody wanted to leave the room. Nobody felt safe enough to sleep, or even blink. Nobody even wanted to speak. All were mentally and physically weak. Going home and escaping this nightmare only felt like a dream now; far from reality.

The door the Chris's room creaked open slowly and Duncan and Heather walked in, making sure their hands were visible to everyone. Too tired to even move, the group just stared at them. The two were in the poorest condition than anyone else. Their clothes stained with dirt and old blood, heavy bags under their eyes from lack of sleep, their skin bruised and blistered.

"Please just leave us alone," DJ sat there terrified and teary eyed.

"We're not here to hurt you, we just want to…" Trent interrupted Heather.

"Haven't you two caused enough damage?"

He pointed his pistol towards them, "get out."

"Please just trust what we have to say." Heather pleaded.

"Trusting you is the last thing we plan to do," spoke Beth.

Heather took out the dagger from her back pocket and tossed it beside her, Duncan did the same with his switchblade and they held up their hands. This surprised everyone but didn't let their guard down.

"There're no more threats; no more tricks. We're done," Duncan said reassuringly, "we want out of here just as much as you do."

"You want our trust after you helped murder half the people here? Are you kidding me?" Cody spoke up angrily, "What, is the creep outside right now ready to blast us!? Is he in this room!?"

Cody's words raised the tension in the room which caused arguments to burst everywhere. Some wanted to hear what they had to say; some didn't. Some thought they were better off dead; others thought about forgiving them.

"Alright!" Izzy shouted at the top of her lungs; the room was silent again. In one quick maneuver, she held a pistol against Duncan's temple and turned off the safety.

"Go ahead, talk, it better be good," she said in a sort of a growl. Geoff came behind Heather and did the same, although his expression showed how scared he was, he could never bring himself to actually kill someone.

"What're you doing? Just shoot them already!" Tyler yelled.

Izzy and Geoff both placed their fingers on the trigger.

Heather screamed, "Wait, wait! There's a bomb! It's gunna' go off in 4 days! We need to clear off this island as soon as possible! The more we sit here, the more time we waste! We have to act now!"

All eyes widened and jaws dropped. Panic spread throughout the room. Everyone gathered their things; even talk of making bomb shelters was heard.

Chris walked up to Heather and lowered Geoff's pistol,"What else?"

"There's this boat…"

The group stopped everything and looked at Heather.

"Saturday, 3 AM, a boat is heading here to take me and Kyle home. This really is our last chance."

Izzy refused to believe anything she said and pulled the trigger on Duncan.

It clicked.

Nothing happened.

She laughed hysterically, "Well whattaya' know? It wasn't loaded!"