Robyn was in, yet another, sticky situation. Running with James and Laura for the island shores, being chased by a five-armed, two-legged, big-bodied monster.

The dry leaves crunched beneath their feet as they ran, listening to the whipping of the tentacles and the cries of frustration and anger from the monster closing in on them fast.

"It's getting closer" James shouted, "I haven't got too much ammo left for my shotgun..."

"Give it to me" Robyn said, taking the shotgun, and giving James the rusted pipe. James picked up Laura, as she was falling behind, and piggybacked her.

"How much longer until we reach the shore?" Robyn asked, panting whilst she checked how many shells there were left in the shotgun.

"I can see it already" James said, pointing ahead.

"Can you run any faster?" Robyn asked, "Do you think you and Laura could get in the boat, and start to row already?"

"... Yeah" James said. He started grunting really loud, with yelps of pure adrenalin as he ran ahead. Robyn dropped behind, pulled out her loaded handgun, and started firing over her shoulder as the monster closed in. She heard it gargle a bit, and fall behind, but it was relentless in its goal.

Robyn could see Laura and James rowing away from the shore, but far enough for Robyn to jump in.

The monster was closing in... closer... and closer.

Suddenly, Robyn jumped, and twisted in the air as she did so. With the shotgun loaded, and the handgun ready, she started to fire wildly with both guns at the same time.

She landed, face-up in the boat, making it rock slightly, but kept firing until the huge monster finally collapsed into a heap on the ground, and died...

... The boat slowly disappeared into the fog... They had escaped the island.