Mark Baines crept carefully along a small track in the woods his long blonde hair was covered in sweat. He nervously held his weapon as crossbow. He had loaded it over twelve hours ago but he hadn't seen anybody since he had left. He had heard gunfire off in the distance then that loud shot. He had hidden for over thirty minutes before he dared to appear again. He looked at his blazer. He was the deputy head boy well now he guessed he was head boy since Luke had been dead along time. He sat down on a log and opened up his kit bag and took a long drink of water. He was as scared as he looked. He around but he felt a little better as he saw no one he knew that the safest thing that he could do. Mark sighed he wasn't going to kill anyone he just hoped he could last long enough to get down to the final few and hoped that the final two managed to finish each other off and he could get off this island and home. What Mark hadn't noticed was someone was watching him. The figure was dressed up in a motorbike outfit and helmet. The figure moved silently just behind him. The figure lifted the sniper rifle up above their head. Mark spun around and saw the butt of the rifle just in time as the butt hit his face sending his nose bone into his brain killing him instantly. Mark crashed backwards onto the leafy ground and lay still. The figure picked up Mark's crossbow and headed off.
Graham was lying on the floor asleep as the two girls sat up they had escaped Gemma's attack but in the process had lost Max and Wes they where the diversions and had done their job but where now somewhere else on the island. Their names hadn't been mentioned at six pm so they still where alive and Max had a tracer but they had head earlier and a scream in the distance so that could mean anything.
Graham was dreaming that this was all some horrible nightmare and he was going to wake up at home in his bed safe and sound. Graham woke up with a start this nightmare was real.