Thirty-Sixth Hour 19 Contestants Remaining

"You kids have had a busy morning, why don't you take a break?" Miss Kingdon sneered into the microphone. If it kept up like this, she would be home in no time. " Well, lets get to the points, Here is the list of the ones who popped their clogs in the last six hours"

Girl#21 Cara Walsh

Boy#5 Chris Chapman

Boy#14 Sam Rymer

Girl#7 Siobhan Cockram

Girl#3 Michelle Stone.

"Shame about a few of them, Cara and Siobhan, they had real potential. On to the danger zones! At 2:00, K4. At 4:00, J1, and at 6:00, H4. It's getting hot outside, make sure you got your guns and your suntan lotion"

"You Hear that? This area is going to be a danger zone in six hours. Come with us to the clinic." Boy#13 Adam Walters looked at the despondent group around him. Everyone was down in the dumps. Boy#17 James Shaun, the leader of the group. Well, the one who had took charge after Boy#6 Adam Self fell into the coma like state he was in. Jim looked up at Adam, who was pacing from side to side of the room.

"I guess. We can't stay here. But what about Adam?" Jim looked over to Adam, who lay still. He was a big guy, and taking him anywhere would be a challenge.

"We, we all help carry him." Boy#2 Kyle Andrews pulled up his sock, with covered the blood stained bandage on his foot. "If we all chip together..."

"I am game" Boy#3 Jason Kennely smiled. "But what happens when we get to the Clinic? We just sit there, waiting to die?"

"No. We find another way off this Island. If the bomb didn-" Adam was cut off by a shout from the other side of the room.

"What about their collars? Couldn't Miss Kingdon be listening in?" Girl#2 Heather Macintyre looked at Jim. He shook his head.

"No. I showed them. It ok." Jim turned to Adam. "So, We coming with you." He stood up, and faced the others that sat behind him, Heather, and Jason, and the non listening Adam. "Lets get moving now. Jason, get all the weapons, and put them in one back, with the ammo. Heather, get the food and Water." Jim moved to the side, and started to do something with a pack that lay there. Heather looked at Kyle, who winced in pain as he moved his leg. She had said sorry. He understood. It was an accident. But she still felt guilty. He was a good guy. She slinked over to him.

"Look...I am really, Really sorry." Heather looked at his face. He just did a grim smile.

"Don't worry. I understand why you did it. Like I understand Why Adam stole the Minivan. He just was confused." Kyle chucked to himself when he recalled Adam acting tough to get the minivan. He was scared at the time, but now it was just weird to remember Adam being Violent.

"Ok. Got everything." Jason shook the bag." One Uzi, Two Handguns, One Revolver, A nailgun and a Harpoon Gun." He slung the bag over His shoulder, and went over to Jim, who was trying to lift Adam.

"Same here. Heather lifted up her bag. It contained more supplies than they needed." She watched Adam help lift Adam up. With a struggle, they got him in a way in which they were comfortable, but could support him.

"We...Ready to go?" Jim asked Heather. She nodded, and the crowd of Boys moved forward slowly.

"Jesus Christ shut the fuck up! I know you got shot in the hand but for fuck sakes zip it!" Boy#16 James Counsell snapped to Boy#9 Jess Cook, who sat half-assed on the chair across from him.

"I got shot in the hand!" Jess protested.

"Yeah, but give it a rest. I am trying to get some sleep." James looked at him, deep bags under his eye showing that he needed rest.

"What happened to James the Party Animal, up for days?"

"Well, one of my normal all-nighters doesn't include being shipped of to a remote Island to kill my friends, nor does it include thinking of ways to get of said Island."

"Huh?"

"My brain has been on full alert for thirty six hours. Please, shut up!" James turned over on the small sofa, and fell into silence.

"All right" Jess got up, and walked over to the stairs. If he wanted sleep, let him have sleep. Kirsty would talk to him. She had had lots of sleep. Jess knew he should sleep too, but he just couldn't. Maybe it was his ADHD, or just that he was too tense, but his body was not letting him sleep. Jess reached the room where Kirsty had retreated to, and slowly opened the door. She was staring out of the window. Jess slowly closed the door, and she jolted at the noise.

"You ok?"

"Yeah." Kirsty looked at him. "Its just...I still can't get my head around all of this."

"I know how you feel." Jess sat down on the chair, next to the door. "It's...crazy."

"I just can't believe people are playing."

"People change under pressure." Kirsty looked at Jess, Staring into his eyes.

"Would you?...You know..." Jess shook his head.

"I...I don't think I could." Kirsty let out a loud sigh at the end of his sentence.

"I...I don't know what to do, What to think..." Kirsty placed her head in her hands, and began to softly sob.

"Come on." Jess got up and went over, trying to comfort her. "We'll make it."

"How do you know?" Kirsty wiped the tears off her face. "We'll die...just like the others..."

"No! James has a plan. We will get off this island."

"How do you know?" Kirsty looked up. "How can you trust him?"

"Because...well..."Jess faltered. " I just trust him."

"Want some?" Girl#11 Amber Stiles offered part of her roll to Girl#1 Becky Holmes, who sat beside her on the steep slope that fell into the sea. Behind them was the Hotel, a huge imposing figure on the landscape. Both of the girls were staring out to sea. The had tried to look for land, or anything they could swim out to. There wasn't a single damn thing. The did see a small boat, but it looked like one of the cruisers that Miss Kingdom said was going to shoot them if they tried to swim away. Where ever they were, it was away from all civilization.

"No thanks." Becky shunned the food.

"You sure?" Amber pressed it closer towards her.

"Yeah. My stomach is like a walnut."

"Scared?"

"Yeah. Can't not be."

"Well, some of the crazier one might not be?" Amber picked up a loose stone and threw it into the sea.

"What, like Siobhan and Cara?"

"No." Amber glared at Becky. "We don't know anything about that. She could have lied, to get us to fight."

"You think so?"

"Yeah." Amber looked back out into the sea. "They know we arn't killing each other. They are trying to scare us, get us paranoid."

"Well. I bet a lot of us arn't. We should go find people."

"No. Some people are playing. There is only 19 remaining. Someone is killing."

"But..." Becky stood up. "We can't just stay here, waiting for whatever happens."

"We got no choice. We leave, we might run into someone who doesn't like us."

"Yous suggesting that we just sit here and die?"

Thirty-Sixth Hour 19 Contestants Remaining