Ana was laying on her side on a cold dirty metal floor.
Five of her ribs had been broken.
She has been stabbed twice in her left leg, and cut nine times on her back.
She has been hit, and now a dark bloody bruise formed on her lower neck.
And...she had been raped over thirty times in the space of two weeks.
They gave her little food and water, and would beat her whenever she past out after being raped by one of the men.
She was dying.
She didn't know where Kenneth was.
Nicole was dead.
And Terry and Hunter was last seen driving away...for all she knew they were dead.
But she couldn't think that way...just the slight thought of Hunter making it...make her keep breathing.
But now each time she coughed blood was coming up...and she always felt dizzy...she couldn't move.
The men took her off the island and loaded her into the boat...they drove for a while, and then came onto the main land.
They knocked Ana out and when she woke up they were moving in some helicopter.
All the men were crammed in, she had no idea where they were going.
If she spoke they would punch her...if she tried to run, they would rape her.
Soon she got so bad the men had to drag her each time they stopped for the night to camp.
Everything looked so different...they must have been traveling for a while.
Soon the deserted cities started to form into country...more spaced out, and plenty of fields for them to land in.
They were with her all the time...even when she used the bathroom.
Each night they would build a fire, and eat...and when they were finished they would all rape Ana, one after another.
At first Ana would struggle and fight...but she was to weak now, and as they laid their ugly bodies onto of her she would close her eyes and pray to God to let her die.
She hadn't had a bath yet...and they weren't treating her wounds.
She had been thrown in mud pits, and most of her clothes were dirty, caked with blood and dark mud.
It was nightfall.
They landed in the middle of some grass field in the middle of no where.
The men made the fire, ate and then had their way with Ana...but what they didn't know was while they undressed to get on top of her...her bloody hand, which had been torn open so wide you could see her knuckles...slowly took hold of one of their buck knifes.
She hid it under her.
And waited.
It was now dark out, Ana was sleeping inside the helicopter...as the other men were all laying around the now burned out fire.
Ana slowly sat up, her body hissing in pain, she gritted her teeth and then took hold of a handle bar and stood herself up.
She looked down at her bloody clothes, and then looked out.
It was beautiful outside.
The stars were out, which served as the only light in the pitch darkness...and a gentle breeze brushed by her sore skin.
She was ready.
She slowly walked out onto the soft grass and walked towards the first guy.
She stood above him...breathing heavy watching him sleep.
She then kneeled down, took the knife out, which made the silver of the blade dance across her wide eyes...and then slit his throat.
He never woke up.
Blood bubbled, and dribbled down...she then moved on to the second man.
One after another, after another...she slit their throats, letting there dark blood ran down the front of them.
When she finished she took the knife and gutted the whole team, letting dark blood wash up to her elbows, and then threw them around the helicopter along with the bodies.
Her eyes were blank...she didn't feel anymore.
She then used the spare gas can in the back and lit the helicopter on fire...it exploded into a million high blazing flames.
She stood there, now the huge orange flames lighting up her bloody face in the middle of the darkness.
She just looked ahead, as the fire popped and crackled as it grew bigger...the smell of smoke hit the air.
Ana was soaked in blood...it looked as if someone had thrown a bucket of blood on her.
She was dirty, and hurt bad...but worst of all...she had changed.
The second they touched her she changed...and now she was a killer, and it felt good.
She tucked the belt into her belt and then sat down on the soft grass and watched the fire.
It was an hour or so later when she heard the blades of a second helicopter hit the air...she looked up and saw one flying down to land.
Nothing crossed her mind...she wasn't happy, or scared, her eyes just tracked the chopper as it landed about fifty feet away from the fire and then the engine was shut down.
Ana stood up and just waited...then a group of people appeared.
There was three of them.
Two men and a woman, they had guns.
One of the men was dark skinned, the other looked Spanish.
The woman looked around Ana's age...pretty with tied up long brown hair.
She knew they weren't gonna be trouble.
She just stood there as they slowly walked over...the girl spoke.
"Are you okay"
Ana looked at her...she was frozen, she couldn't say anything.
"Is there anyone else" She asked as they moved forward.
But Ana couldn't take it...she watched her friends get shot in front of her...she had been raped and then beaten...now she took over twelve life's in cold blood.
She was tried...and was scared to die.
Tears formed in her eyes and then she collapsed.
They ran over and the girl kneeled down and out her arms around Ana as she sobbed.
The woman slowly rubbed the back of her bloody head and tried to calm her down.
"Shhh...It's gonna be okay."
Ana then shook all over and looked up into the woman's soft brown eyes, which danced with the flames that lit up the field.
"What...what's your name" Ana asked in a cracked soft voice.
The woman smiled.
"I'm Sara...this is John and Miguel."