DISCLAIMER:
Hello and welcome to this story. I decided to write a story about Total Drama Island, but instead of the classic rewrite of the story, I decided to do something a little different, a Playa des losers story.
This is not a new concept, some others writers before me did it. For example, Contemperina and Staryphoenix in their awesome 'The Art of Pretending It Isn't Your Fault.' But it's not that common either, and much less in a format that follows the competition, so I hope you enjoy it.
Total Drama belongs to Fresh TV, its creators and distributors. I don't own anything from the properties used in this fic
Not so happy campers
It was the end of the day at camp Wawanakwa, the sun hid behind the horizon, and the nocturnal animals began to wake up. Two teenagers were sitting on tree stumps in front of the campfire, their anxiety contrasting with the serene night sky.
At the other side of the campfire were nine teenagers, each one with a marshmallow. In front of them was an attractive black-haired man in his late twenties, dressed in tan pants, a dark blue shirt, sneakers, and a 5 o'clock beard. In his hand he had a tray with 1 marshmallow.
"Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening," said the man, Chris McLean, frowning at the two remaining teenagers.
They look at each other. One was Courtney, the obnoxious CIT who had a swollen right eye and a chicken hat. The other was Ezekiel, the awkward prairie boy who wore his distinctive green toque.
The two looked nervously at each other, holding the branches to roast the marshmallow.
Maybe I'm safe, eh? After all she was pretty bossy and didn't jump off the cliff. Zeke thought.
He then looked at Chris. The prairie boy was trembling and kept thinking about it. But those girls in the mess hall were really pissed eh, so maybe they voted for me. If the five of them vote together, then I'm a goner.
However that Courtney seems as nervous as I am. Maybe not all the gals agreed to vote together. Zeke sweated buckets and looked at Courtney again. She was holding her cheeks nervously, trembling more than him.
This was torturous. Zeke looked at the host, or more specifically, at the marshmallow again. Please, just give me the marshmallow!
Chris opened his mouth. Both Courtney and Zeke dropped their branches, expecting he would announce the last winner of the night.
PLEASE!
However he didn't. Chris closed his eyes, raised his hand and pointed to the sky. After a moment he pointed to Zeke, then to Courtney, then to Zeke, then to Courtney. The sadistic host then began to tap his chin.
JUST SAY THE NAME! Thought Ezekiel, at this point the tension was at its highest. The prairie boy covered his eyes, just waiting for Chris's words.
"Courtney," said Chris smiling. Courtney took her branch and ran happily toward the host. Zeke lowered his shoulders, sad and disappointed. His time on tv and his chance to get the prize money were gone.
Zeke looked at the sky, sighing. What happened? He couldn't understand it.
"I can't say I'm shocked. I saw you picking your nose, dude," said Chris annoyed, pointing at Zeke. He then folded his arms and shook his head. "Not cool."
There was no reaction toward Chris's taunts. Ezekiel was still processing what had happened. He was out of the game, no buts and no ifs.
Chris walked toward him and pointed toward the lake. "The dock of shame is that way, bro."
Ezekiel stood up, put his hands inside his hoodie's pockets, and began to walk through the dock of shame, frowning.
It wasn't fair! He jumped from the cliff, pushed his box, and they eliminated him just because of a comment?
"Stupid game," he muttered while waiting on the dock. Maybe he shouldn't have entered this show.
After a moment, the boat of shame arrived with the big, scary cook piloting it. He looked as angry as in the mess hall.
Zeke went on the boat. His bag with his belongings was already there. He sat and kept looking at the night sky as Chef sped up, taking him out of the island forever.
The first half of the travel was silent. The scary cook didn't utter a word while Zeke was still glaring into the space.
He was angry at the whole situation. Why he? Why he was the first eliminated?
"This sucks," muttered Ezekiel, he then began to pick his nose absentmindedly.
"Hahaha, first boot in the game, man you really did it. I think the one that sucks it's you."
Ezekiel winced and took his finger off his nose. He didn't expect Chef would hear him, much less talk to him. But that mocking was undeserved.
"I suck? I did everything that needed to be done, eh? And they preferred that bossy girl over me," Ezekiel buried his face in his knees. "It's not fair."
Chef nodded. "That girl seemed really nervous in the Mess Hall after not jumping. I could hear her from the kitchen. She was throwing under the bus anyone she could find."
"You're right. I can't believe they choose her when I'm obviously stronger. And just because I said that boys are stronger than girls," said Zeke, still frowning.
"Hahaha, are you for real?" asked Chef, making a big grin. He already knew why Zeke was eliminated, but hearing it from the man himself was funnier.
Ezekiel raised his head, narrowing his eyes at the cook. "Of course! Men and women compete in different categories for that reason. That's also why guys must protect and help girls."
"Hahaha," Chef held the boat's helm with one hand and kept steering with the other. "Listen up maggot. What you say is old news, and probably some people still believe it. But women are as strong and as smart as men."
"But…"
Chef interrupted him smirking. "Are you telling me you're stronger than that girl with the unibrow?"
"No," Ezekiel rubbed his neck, which still hurt after Eva strangled him. "She's way stronger than me."
"That's it. There are many kinds of men and women in the real world, and people hate generalizations." Chef's tone was harsh but not as loud as before. "You won't like it if I say all people from the prairie are rednecks."
Zeke opened his mouth to argue but then changed his mind. "No, I won't like it."
"That's it, first boot, now you learned something, that means your elimination wasn't for naught," said Chef chuckling.
"You're right eh? Anyway, it sucks to be eliminated first. My parents will be really disappointed." Zeke sighed, raised his head, and looked at Chef. "By the way, did you contact them?"
Chef arched an eyebrow. "Your parents? Why should we contact them?"
"Because there is a 3 hours drive from my house to the airport, eh! So we need to tell them at which hour I'll be arriving," said Ezekiel in a louder tone. He didn't want to spend money in a hotel room near the airport.
"HAHAHAHAHA" Chef laughed in a sinister way and then looked at Zeke, frowning. "Who said you will be going home?"
Ezekiel blanched and gulped audibly. He was in the middle of lake Wawanakwa in a boat, without a way to escape.
"Y-you're joking, eh? Hahaha, you got me for a moment," said Zeke trying to sound calm, but his voice was trembling.
"I never joke. You're not going home," said the huge man, chuckling.
At that moment, Zeke decided he needed to do something in order to escape. He stood up and looked around for something to use as a weapon. Then he saw the boat's anchor, but after holding it, he realized it was too heavy to use.
Then he found a rolling pin. Why was a rolling ping lying in a boat? It didn't matter. It was heavy and the prairie boy didn't have the time to search for something else.
So he advanced slowly, but before he had the chance to hit Chef, the boat stopped on a different island.
"Here we're, first boot. Take your things and get out of my boat," said Chef, who turned to face him.
Zeke looked at him with wide eyes and the rolling pin in his hands. There was an awkward silence between the two men. Zeke began to sweat. Did Chef realize his intentions?
However, the man chuckled. "So you found my rolling pin? Good boy." Chef then took the improvised weapon from Ezekiel's hands.
"Y-you're welcome, eh," using his chance Zeke took his bag and jumped to the dock. His eye widened when he realized what was in front of him.
It was a resort, the white four storey building seemed new. It was like the one in the show's pamphlet. Zeke noticed it had a big pool, but it was too dark to notice what other amenities were there.
"What is this place?" asked Zeke, his mouth half-open.
"This is playa des losers, your home for the next eight weeks," said Chef, enjoying Zeke's reaction. "We can't let you go home before the series finale because the audience would realize who was already eliminated. So we'll hide you and the rest of the losers here until the show is over."
"Wow dude, this is amazing," said Zeke, taking off his toque.
Chef chuckled, "Now go inside, the intern will tell you about your room and everything else. I'll be going."
"Thanks Chef! For both taking me here and the conversation, I never expect having a nice talk like this with someone like you."
"Uh?" Chef froze in his place, shaking his head in disbelief. "Hey, maggot! What did you mean by that?"
Zeke looked at the ground. "What I said is that maybe my Pa is wrong about both women and people like you eh? I have a lot to think about."
"And I want to know what you mean with 'people like you,'" said Chef, his eyes bulging. He knew the guy was an ignorant homeschooled bumpkin, but even for him, this was unforgivable.
"What I mean is that, a person like you, there is no hiding meaning…" Zeke avoided looking at Chef's face, knowing he had said something he shouldn't.
"I WON'T ASK AGAIN!" Chef felt his blood boiling, he held the roller pin and gave Zeke a death glare. "WHAT DID YOU MEAN WITH A PERSON LIKE YOU?"
Ezekiel gulped audibly. There was no going back. "A tattooed man. My Pa always told me tattooed people were usually criminals or druggies and I should avoid them, but you're a great guy."
Chef took a moment to process what the prairie boy had just said. He then looked at his arm's tattoo and smirked.
"You and your parents need to go out a lot more," said Chef patting Zeke's head with the roller pin. "So stop judging people before knowing them. and if you have something to say JUST SAY IT!"
Zeke was scared of Chef's sudden outburst and nodded his head wildly.
"Good, see you then first boot," Chef waved his hand and boarded the boat of losers, starting it and returning to Wawanakwa.
Ezekiel waved at him from the dock until the boat disappeared in the darkness. He then took his bag, looked at the building, and sighed. "Playa des losers, eh?"
The building's interior was as nice looking as the exterior. Zeke was awed as soon as he entered the place. The lobby was huge, and the furniture was new. The walls were white, and on them were landscapes of Wawanakwa and other islands. There were also some posters of Chris McLean movies or Total Drama Network TV Shows. One of the posters made him smile.
"Celebrity manhunt eh? Grandma loves that show," said Zeke in an attempt to calm himself. The darkness outside and the eerie silence of the lobby made him nervous.
He walked to the check-in desk and ringed the silver bell on it, but no one came.
"Hello," said Zeke, but as with the bell, there was no response.
"HELLO!" he shouted, leaning on the desk, trying to be heard by the intern who was supposed to be there.
However, he leaned too far and fell to the other side of the desk head first.
"Ouch! Definitely, today's isn't my day," said Zeke rubbing his head under the toque.
He stood up and found a plastic card with a note on the desk. He took it and read it.
"Dear guest, it's already late, and you haven't arrived yet, so please take the card and go to room 1B, that's your room. Breakfast is a buffet and will be served from 8:00 am to 11:00. Have a good evening," Zeke read it aloud and looked at both sides of the sheet. "No sign eh? That's kind of unprofessional."
He shrugged, took the card and his bag, and walked to the elevator. There were 3 elevator shafts, but only 1 was actually working.
The door opened. The elevator was huge for at least 10 people. It had a poster of the movie 'Birdie of victory,' with Chris dressed as a tennis player. Zeke chuckled at how weird the host looked.
The elevator had 4 buttons, ground floor, first, second and third, but the last floor needed a key. Ezekiel was too tired to explore the hotel so he pressed the button to the first floor.
When he thought the elevator's ride couldn't be worse, he began to hear a generic pop song. It was catchy but not his kind of music.
"Always rock or pop, why can't they put some Walter Ostanek as the background music?" muttered Zeke.
The elevator arrived on the first floor. It was a long, dark aisle with doors at both sides, illuminated only by the cabin's lights.
He went out, leaving a foot inside the elevator, and moved his hand, expecting the lights to turn on automatically. He then stretched his hand and leg, moving his hand furiously, but nothing happened.
"Maybe it doesn't have a moving sensor," wondered Zeke. "Maybe it's a sound sensor."
The prairie boy clapped, and clapped again, clapped two times quickly, and nothing happened. He then looked at his side and there was a light switch.
He blushed profusely. "At least this time I'm not being filmed." But he talked too soon. He pressed the switch, and nothing happened.
"Eh? This can't be happening," said Zeke as the elevator door closed.
He then walked through the dark corridor and arrived at the first two doors. Maybe it was because he was tired, but he was sure there was something in the darkness. Zeke hurried to use his card on both doors and the one on the left side opened. Without losing a moment he entered the room and closed the door behind him.
Zeke chuckled, taking off his toque and drying his forehead with one of his sleeves.
"That was creepy, I hope someone comes soon," said Zeke, trying to calm himself.
After that, he looked at his room, and it was a nice surprise. The room was big and clean, with a double bed, a nightstand, a lamp, a phone, a closet, a desk, and a chair. It was so dark outside that he didn't realize the curtains were open.
Zeke put his bag next to his bed and then his toque over the desk. He took off his hoodie, leaving his white t-shirt on. He sighed and went to close the curtains.
Then he saw it. It was too dark outside, but there was something next to the pool. It was too big to be a rat or a squirrel, maybe it was a big dog or … a bear.
Or maybe it was his imagination mixed with the eerie atmosphere of the place, but Ezekiel didn't want to find out. He closed the curtain quickly and went to the bathroom before going to sleep.
The bathroom was nice but nothing special. It was as clean as the rest of the room and it included a toilet, a bidet, a shower, and a sink. He was too tired to take a shower, so he went back to the room. Zeke took off his shoes and lay on his bed. Tomorrow would be a better day.
"I have enough prison food for one day. I'll gonna have a nap," said Duncan standing up from his table.
"Y-you can't do that," said Courtney covering her mouth nervously. "We haven't decided who is going yet."
Ezekiel rolled his eyes, tired of the discussion. "What I don't get is why did we lose eh? They're the team with 6 girls."
Everyone turned to look at Ezekiel, glaring. He covered his mouth, but it was too late.
"What did you say, Homeschool?" said Eva, hitting the table.
"Nothing."
Eva held him by the neck and lifted him. "Do you think men are better than women?"
"Yes, I mean no. Maybe in a natural way?" said Zeke trying to justify himself.
"Maybe my friend can teach you a lesson," Eva walked toward the window. The Mess Hall was at least on a second or maybe a third floor, and below it, was a big, black-furred, wolf-like animal watching him and licking its fangs.
"No Wait!" Zeke pleaded, holding Eva's arm.
But it was in vain. The strong woman threw him out of the window, falling directly toward the beast's maw. He felt he was falling in slow motion until he hit the ground.
Ezekiel shook his head and looked around, still dizzy after the fall. He was on his room's floor. It took him only a second to realize he was safe and sound in the resort.
After a moment, Zeke stood up, rubbing his head after hitting the ground. "It was just a dream, eh?" He went to the bathroom, washed his face and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He looked terrible
His brunette hair was disheveled, he had bags under his bloodshot black eyes, and his skin was dry. Probably the stress of the previous day. He looked at the clock over his nightstand. It was 9:30 am.
As he had enough time, he took a shower, trying to let the warm water wash away his negative feelings, but it was in vain. He still couldn't come to terms with what happened yesterday, even after hearing Chef.
Although as soon as he opened his closet, he forgot about that for a moment. It was filled with several copies of his outfit. Jeans, green hoodies, and white T-shirts, at least a dozen of each, 2 pairs of boots like the ones he was using, and 3 swimming trunks. The underwear was in the same style but with many in different colors, same with the socks.
"It's a shame there aren't any toques," said Zeke, smirking. "I wonder if we can take some of this for ourselves after the show, I really like this hoodie."
He put on one of the outfits in the closet and left the other in a basket in the bathroom, took his card and toque, and went to take breakfast. He opened the curtain and the window before leaving the room.
The view was awesome. There was a big pool with a small hut in the middle, a jacuzzi, and a grill. The resort was huge, there should be a lot more than just the cafeteria and the hotel area. And more important, there were no signs of the creature he saw yesterday. Maybe it was just his imagination.
Ezekiel decided to forget about it and went out of the room. Now that the sunlight filled the aisle, it wasn't scary at all. There were 12 rooms on the floor, and the aisle wooden-covered walls contrasted with the ones inside the rooms. He walked to the light switch and like last night, it didn't work.
"I should tell the janitor," muttered Zeke shrugging. He had a bad feeling about this.
After taking the elevator and hearing the same annoying song again, he went to the cafeteria. The hotel lobby was empty, with no sign of any intern there.
The cafeteria was as impressive as the rest of the resort. At least 20 tables, some booths, and other rectangular tables for 4 people. There were 4 giant screens attached to the roof (like those in sports stadiums,) so you could see them from any table in the room. And at the bottom was the buffet area and a bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area.
However, to his surprise, there wasn't food in the containers, only a small coffee machine with plastic cups.
"EH!? Did they really forget to leave me some breakfast?" said Zeke, feeling a mix of anxiety, anger, and confusion, "and there isn't sugar anywhere!"
"Hehehe, sorry, sorry. Do you want sugar and cream or only sugar?"
Ezekiel gave the person a death glare, still upset about the whole situation. It was a young man with black, unkempt hair and a big chin, dressed in green pants and a cyan shirt.
"Yes, 2 sugar cubes and cream," said Zeke, he took a deep breath and smiled. "My name is Ezekiel, eh?"
"Nice to meet you. My name is Adam. From today onward, I'll be in charge of you and the other eliminated contestants," said Adam smiling. "Sorry about this, it was supposed to be a buffet, but as you're the only person here, I thought it would be easier if you tell me what you want and I prepare it."
Zeke smiled. "That's a good idea. I want some toast, with a 2 eggs sunnyside up and some Canadian bacon."
"Great, just take a seat and I'll take it to your table. Also a Café Latte with 2 cubes, right.
"NO! I want coffee milk with 2 sugar eh," said Zeke raising an eyebrow. "Or if you don't have coffee, an orange juice is fine."
The intern deadpanned at him. "Don't worry, I'll bring you the coffee milk to your table."
"Thanks dude," said Zeke waving.
He went to his table and found that the screens were turned on. On them was a movie with Chris MacLean running behind an ugly CGI cat with a wallet in his mouth.
Zeke was a little surprised. His parents never let him watch commercial movies. He only watched tv shows and educational movies. Although after watching a few minutes of that movie, he smirked.
"Now I understand why my parents don't let me watch movies, eh. This is more boring than watching Betsy eat her breakfast," said Zeke to no one in particular as he began to pick his nose.
"Betsy is your dog's name?" Zeke was startled by Adam's voice. The intern put the breakfast on his table.
The prairie boy raised an eyebrow. "Eh? No, it's a cow. The slowest cow on our farm. When Betsy finishes her breakfast, it's already lunchtime."
"I should have known you had a farm," muttered the intern.
"Excuse me?" asked Zeke, frowning.
Adam blanched, not expecting Ezekiel would hear him. "I said Bon appetite. By the way, I won't be here for the rest of the day, so I'll leave some grilled sandwiches in the kitchen for your lunch. Feel free to go and heat them when you're hungry."
"Ok, don't worry man, Thanks," said Ezekiel, who then began to eat his breakfast. Adam disappeared as fast as he came leaving the former contestant alone.
After breakfast, Ezekiel spent his time in the pool. It was awesome! There was even a hut with many different drinks, including juices, soft drinks, and water bins. He went to lunch, ate the sandwiches Adam prepared, and then decided to do some urban exploring. The resort was huge and had a lot of places he hadn't visited.
He went inside the main building through the west side and found it's a big and fully-equipped gym.
"Wow, they have a ring, dumbells, and even treadmills, just like in tv, eh. And it's fancier than uncle Kletus' gym," he said, looking around wide-eyed.
The gym amenities include two locker rooms, one for girls and one for boys, and a sauna. Zeke entered the boys' room and found many sweatpants and sportswear in many colors, Zeke decided to put on a white tank top, green shorts, and sneakers to exercise in the gym. Of course, he didn't take off his toque.
"All this fancy equipment seems as frail as grandma Esther. I just hope it doesn't break, eh," said Ezekiel while walking over one of the treadmills.
In front of the machine was a screen, Zeke put the speed, and then he had to choose a place. This was weird, but he didn't mind and chose a park.
The treadmill then began to project the image of a park in front of the prairie boy. The image moved with him as if he were running there.
"Wow, what is happening?" said Zeke, surprised by the sudden change. He fell and was thrown off the treadmill. "Ouch, but at least no one is watching."
He then examined the treadmill and found the projector on the front side. "Ohhh! So it's just like a fancy super 8 projector eh? They really spend a lot in this place."
Zeke had some fun running on the treadmill, lifting some weights and running around the ring. After that, he started the sauna and sat to relax inside, only wearing a towel.
It was his first time in a sauna, and it was different than he expected. It was warm, and he was sweating, but it wasn't as bad as the summer heat in the fields. He was enjoying it until a sudden thought crossed his mind.
"I wonder what are the other guys doing now?" he muttered, looking at the ceiling.
Yes, his time in the show was short, but for someone who spent his life homeschooled and his social circle was formed by his cousins, meeting more teenagers was exciting. Even that bossy chicken girl and Eva were interesting. Why did he have to be eliminated first?
"This sucks," he muttered again, covering his eyes with his arm.
After that he couldn't enjoy the sauna anymore. He stood up, left the room, dried his body and put on his casual clothes. Zeke decided to go directly to his room to sleep. He was tired and wasn't hungry. He just wanted to sleep and forget those thoughts.
On the way to his room Zeke tried to use the switch on the aisle, and it was still broken. It seemed Adam didn't have time to fix it. Without a second thought, he opened the door to his room and went in.
He opened his bag, took his pajama, and entered the shower to clean his body after the sauna, but he still felt … he didn't know how to describe that feeling, but there was no way to escape from it.
Zeke went out of the shower, put on his pajamas, and lay on his bed, ready to sleep. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.
…
"What in tarnation was that?" Ezekiel jumped off his bed and put his ear against the door. Was that a growl?
He looked through the door's peephole, but the aisle was completely dark. Not wanting to take risks, he pushed his desk against the door. The desk was quite heavy but the rush of adrenaline helped him.
Then he began to bite his nails. What could he do? Zeke looked around the room and gazed at the phone, and without hesitation jumped his bed to call for help.
The phone made some tones, and luckily someone answered.
"Hello, playa des losers?"
"Adam!?"
"Oh, Ezekiel, what do you want? The cafeteria closes in 10 minutes," said the intern in a neutral tone.
"There is no time for that! There is something outside my room." said Zeke, looking at the door with wide eyes.
There was a small silence, "Really!?"
"YES! WHY WOULD I LIE, EH!?" shouted Zeke, then realized it was better to stay silent. "Please come quickly," he whispered.
"I'm coming…"
Ezekiel waited for Adam to come to his help. But things didn't go as the prairie boy expected.
The next day, Zeke was in the cafeteria with Adam. The ex-contestant had big black circles under his eyes. Adam gave him his breakfast.
"Believe me, there was something out there," said Ezekiel, looking at the intern with wide eyes.
"Maybe it was a dream? We couldn't find anything in the aisle, the elevator, or outside the window," said Adam. At the same time, he prepared a coffee for himself.
Zeke put two sugar packs on his coffee. "I know what I heard."
"Maybe it was the hotel, these old buildings made noises at night," the intern took a sip of his coffee.
"I thought the building was new?"
Adam shrugged. "Maybe new buildings also make noises? You should relax a little."
"Also you need to repair the aisle lights, eh? After dawn, you're blinder than an old mole in a dark room."
"Yes, don't worry, I take note," said the intern rolling his eyes.
There was a small silence, with Zeke looking intently at the intern. The awkward moment continued for a few seconds.
"Is there something you want to say?" asked Adam, who was getting annoyed.
"I was waiting for you to take the note," replied Zeke non-chalanty
The intern raised an eyebrow. "I didn't mean literally."
"Ah, sorry," Zeke blushed, why he say he would take note if it was just a metaphor? "But don't forget to change the light."
"I won't, dude, but you need to relax," said the intern, who then smiled. "By the way I have a surprise. Every challenge day production will premiere a Total Drama episode. So today you can watch the first episode!"
Zeke felt conflicted. "So today's the show's premiere?"
"No, this is only for the resort residents and the staff. Think it's a small perk for being already here," The intern gave him the screen remote controller. "With this you can turn on the screens and choose the episode or movie you want to watch."
"Thanks," Zeke muttered.
The intern smiled. "Now if you excuse me I have some things to do."
And in a moment Adam disappeared, leaving Zeke in the room, not sure of what he wanted to do.
"I guess I should watch it eh? At least to watch me on tv," said Zeke, and after taking a deep breath, he put the episode.
Adam entered a room labeled staff only. It was the interns' room. Inside were cameras, filming equipment, and boxes filled with different tools and items.
He sat on a couch and took a videogame console. "Really how annoying is that redneck. Repair this eh, there is a monster eh!"
"At least I could convince him to not make the buffet and cook something simple for breakfast. Also he was happy eating sandwiches, hahaha, that means less work for me," he began to play with his console.
"Also what's his problem with the aisle's light? If he doesn't like it he can change it himself. I'm an intern, not the maintenance guy," he smirked, "At least I didn't have to work on the island. Those guys really got the short stick."
As he played, he heard the door opening.
"HEY! this is a restricted area. If you need something, tell me outside," Adam shouted in a harsher tone than he wanted.
The staff room door was open, but no one was there.
"It's this a joke?" The intern went outside the room, looking at both sides, but no one was there.
He shrugged. "Maybe I didn't close the door, and the wind opened it?"
Adam entered the room again and closed the door. He left more sandwiches in the bar, so he still had 6 more hours to play. The intern walked toward his couch to take out his console.
However, it wasn't there.
"I'm sure I left the console," said Adam scratching his head. "Maybe it fell under the couch."
As he crouched, the intern heard his console just behind him. He turned but couldn't believe what was there.
Back in the cafeteria, Zeke spent most of the afternoon watching the first episode repeatedly. He didn't have a lot of air time. Some people like Duncan or Gwen had a lot more focus. Why?
Was it because he was an ordinary, plain-looking boy? Or maybe because he wasn't as loud as the others? Or because he was booted first?
There was no answers for him. He ate another sandwich as the sun's orange rays filled the room. It was already sunset.
"It's sunset on a challenge day!" Zeke jumped off his seat with a big smile. "That means someone will be eliminated tonight."
The prairie boy went for a thicker jacket and ran toward the dock.
His time alone was over! It was true he had Adam, but the intern was busy most of the time and was also an employee. Another ex-contestant would be not only a comrade but also someone sharing the same situation.
"I hope it's Bridgette or Lindsay eh, that would be cool, or maybe Harold," Zeke said making a big grin. He then frowned. "Well as long as it isn't Duncan, Courtney or Eva I will be fine."
As he waited, the prairie guy at least identified the feeling he felt the day before, loneliness. Zeke felt sad and anxious in this big place, with many regrets and thoughts and nobody to share them. But more importantly, he felt completely alone.
But that was over, soon he would have a friend, another person to talk to and share their disappointment.
The minutes turned into hours, and the enthusiasm turned into hesitation. What if the new ex-contestant hated Zeke? Or if he didn't want to be his friend? Or talk to him?
The cold night wind took him off his thoughts. It was already midnight, and no one had arrived. It was weird.
"Maybe Chef took a detour, eh, or he forgot to refill the boat tank and is now stranded in the middle of the lake," said Zeke, trying to calm his nerves.
Then he heard a sound and gulped.
"Maybe it was just the wind howling," said Zeke nervously.
However, he heard it again. It seemed that something came to the dock after all, but it wasn't Chef. Ezekiel was now sure. He shouldn't have entered this show.
First of all thanks for reading the story. The idea behind this story is to see the life of the eliminated contestants in the resort while the others compete.
This first chapter was a real challenge because it was Zeke alone. Yes I could just start with Eva arriving, but I felt that killed the idea of this fic, so I hope you enjoyed it.
If you like please mark it as a favorite or leave a review with your thougths. That helps me to stay motivated and keep writing.
Thanks for reading and I hope you like it.
