the ride to the docks was filled with scilende at the loss of there friends. gwen was staring out a window tears flowing down her face, bridgette trying to make her feel better, while dj and geoff tried remembering how to get to the docks from the cliff. "you know. out of all of us, i thought duncan would have been the only deffinate one to survive. i mean he had all that millitary training." geoff blurted out of nowhere. "hey man, i think its to soon to be talkin' 'bout that." dj told him when gwen jumped up from the table and ran into the bedroom. "yeah nice going asshole." bridgette told him walking to the couch. "hey i didnt know it was wrong to talk about a friend who died." geoff defended trying to keep his eyes on the trail. "he just fucking died ten minutes ago." bridgette shouted walking into the bedroom to talk to gwen. "alright man i think you should just let the subject go." dj told him checking a map to make sure theyre heading the right way. "alright take this left up here and we should be at chris's private dock. im pretty sure thats where they kept the boat of losers."

~chris's dock~

walking out of the trailer the first thing they saw was a small shed over the water. "thats it we can finnaly get off this island." geoff said walking to the shed. geoff began walking over to the building when something caught his eye. a small sign on the right side of the door. 'camp green' geoff stared in shock. "whats up?" dj asked walking next to him. "look." he responded pointing towards the sign. "oh my god. so thats whats happining."

'news clipping from three and a half years ago'

horror has striken in utah. the small island of green, home of camp green, has turned into a blood bath. early saturday morning a mass murderer broke out of prison after being scentenced to death only five days earlier. though the police hasent released much info on the matter, we do know that of the twenty-seven campers, and five staff members, there were no suvivors.

-caty johnson. salt lake city. (yes i passed american history with an A+ average. just dont know where the fuck that damn city is. tell me if i got the state right.)

"so youve finnaly figured it out..." a voice said from behind. turning around they saw the killer soked to the bone, holding a clean sword in one hand, his hocky mask in the other. looking at the face they recognized him immidiatly. "trent! how could you!" gwen shouted from the side of the trailer. "oh sweet gwen. why dont i explain everything to you. half a year before total drama island, my brother kent broke on this island after escaping prison in an attempt to hide out for a while, though things didnt go as planned. he was seen by one of the councelors he was forced to kill him, but not before shouting a warning to the others on the island. that forced him to have to kill everyone, after it was all over a police officer shot six times in the back of the head with a revolver. but thats not what drove me to murder, oh no. i was in love with you, and you dumped me for that peice of shit duncan. ive been planning to kill you and that fucker for two and a half fucking years! can you imagine my joy when chris not only asked me to come back to the island, but to kill everyone i could. now i think its time i finish my other main target, since duncans already gone, the idiot thought that fall would kill me. ha. i havent even seen his body wash up on shore since i woke up." he explained walking to gwen raising up his sword. gwen shut her eyes as she fell to the ground, trents sword swung down. the sound of blood splattering against the ground echoed through gwens ears. "are you just gonna lay there or are you gonna say hello?" a fammiliar voice asked. opening her eyes she saw duncan standing over trents coarpse, holding a bloody knife in his right hand, his left in a makeshift sling. "duncan!" she shouted springing from the ground to give him a hug. "oh my god. i thought you were dead!" she exclaimed as she continiously kissed his face. "im not gonna leave you here by yourself." he said happily dropping the knife and rapping his arm around her waist. just then they heard the boat start up. "guys its time to get the hell out of here." dj shouted from the boat. "come on. lets go home." duncan whispered as they began walking to the dock hand in hand.

alright last chapter. i know it may seem like i cut this last chapter a little short or...hell the whole story a little short but i do have an idea for a sequel and some other stories about tdi/a/wt. also send me requests and ideas and if i can make it into a story, ill do it. thanks for reading.