"GWEN!" duncan shouted jumping up from a queen size bed. looking around he noticed he was back in the trailer, and it was moving. "duncan. dont move so much youll open your wounds." a fiminine voice came from behind him. turning around he saw gwens thin figger sitting in a small chair. "what happened?" he asked sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. "you passed out on the door step. you lost alot of blood, so you need to lay down, we should be out of here soon." she told him as she lay down next to him. "while you were sleeping you kept talking like you were scared what was it?" she asked looking into his cold blue eyes. 'you cant save anyone, not even yourself.' "nothing." he answered walking to the door. he turned around in front of the door and told her. "you look tired you should get some rest." "will you stay with me?" she asked as he was about to leave the room. "sure" he said walking back to the bed.
~up front~
"yo dj, i dont think we'll have enough gas to get us to the other side of the island dude." geoff said to his large friend as he drove through the darkness of night. "we got enough, dont worry." dj reassured him walking to sit with harold and bridgette. "so anything new happening we should know about?" harold asked as dj took a seat on the couch. "no things are going pretty good so far. but we still have to get a hold of the others some how." dj said as he went into deep thought. "i wonder if duncans awake." bridgette thought aloud. "im gonna go check on them." she said walking to the back of the trailer. "gwen, dunca-OH MY GOD!" she shouted right after opening the door. "dammit do you know how to knock!" duncan shouted from the bedroom. "i wonder what happened?" harold said oblivious to what was obviously going on, or would have been going on. "dude for such a smart person your kinda dumb...wait...i dont get it." geoff said from the drivers seat. "dont think so much hunny you might hurt yourself." bridgette told him walking back to the couch.
~half on hour later~
everyone was in the front of the trailer now. duncan in the drivers seat, bridgette and gwen at the small table. (a/n its a motor home not a winabago. they have this stuff in there, tables, a bench on either side of the table, a couch, a small bathroom sometimes with a shower, and a bedroom. a/n) geoff talking to harold, confusing harold with stupidity while harold confused him with genius. and dj lying down on the couch. "so gwen, how was it." bridgette whispered to her friend across the table from her. "well i dont know since you barged in on us!" gwen hissed back clearly irritated ot her. "oh sorry about that." bridgette said knowing that it would probobly be best to drop the subject. "hey geoff wanna do me a favor." duncan shouted from up front (A/N ok i know this is random but there is a great song that i was listening to over and over agoin while writing this called "tuesdays gone" by lynard skynard and i think you should all listen to it A/N) "um, sure. what is it." he said standing up. "first look in the fridge and get me a beer." "ok" "wait duncan you cant drink. your driving!" gwen shouted. "babe i flew a hellicopter with a beer in my hand half the time, and drove a tank with a bottle of jack in a cup holder every time. i think i can drive a trailer with one beer." he said taking the drink from geoff. "thanks, no get on the radio and see if you can raise anyone." duncan told him keeping his eyes ahead. "ok dude." geoff responded picking up the cb radio.
"hello,hello. we need help theres someone after us. we need someone to come get us. we're at camp wawanakwa, and theres a killer on the loose." geoff said in to the radio. after a few seconds of scilence someone replied in a deep rough voice. "hello this is the u.s cost guard. would you please repeat your emergency." "we're on the island of wawanakwa. there is a killer on the loose. we need you to get us out of here dude." "alright, listen closely son. i can have a hellicopter there in ten minutes. meet me on top of the large mountain in the middle of the ." geoff put the radio back up and looked at his friend. "did you get that?" he asked. "yeah we should be there in five minutes."
~five minutes later~
the trailer pulled up to the top of the hill just as the sun began to come up. "alright everyone we're here come on." duncan said standing up and walking outside keeping his knife ready, everyone else following suitt. duncan, geoff and dj began looking around to secure the area. duncan turned around to see gwen standing near the edge of cliff, looking deaply into the sun rise. "hey beautiful." he said walking up beside her. "hey you ready to get out of here." she responded putting her arms around his head while he wrapped his arms around her waiste. "yeah cant wait." he told her leaning closer to her. "when we get somewhere safe, we'll pick up where we left off earlier." she said before closing the gap in a deep kiss which seemed to last forever. after their lips parted, a slow clapping noise was heard from by the motor home. turning toward the noise, they saw the killer standing over harolds beheaded corpse. "how sweet, this scene seems so...so romantic. im almost sorry to ruin it. and i hate being a liar so ill just let you have a hint on your 'great escape plan.'" he said throughing a radio to the ground. "now, its time to DIE!" he shouted as he began to charge gwen. at this very moment time seemed to slow down in duncans eyes. 'you cant save anyone, not even yourself.' "YES I CAN!" duncan shouted as he pushed gwen out of the way, grabbed the killer, and through himself and the killer off the cliff.
"no! duncan!" gwen shouted as she watched her love plummit hundreds of feet into the water below. "no duncan, no. it should have been me. it should have been me!" she cried while geoff and dj held her back. "come on. we can go to the docks and try to find a boat." bridgette said as they all got back into the trailor.
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