Sharpening his blade against the rough bark of a tree, he watched the water. It was perfectly still. He so wanted to slice the calm water and watch it break, for how solid it looked. He even attempted. The water broke into ripples, floating away, as if to send a message to the other side of the island; but they faded in time, and he continued to seethe as he watched the moving water return to idleness.

One thing that bothered him about the water's reaction to his machete was that it never gave in. If the water were a person, it would stop moving before it had a chance to regain its composure. Another thing he would complain about was that it didn't bleed. The blue colour sickened him. He wished he could watch blood flow again. But this island was abandoned, or so he heard. The only way that he presently could whet his appetite would be to cut himself. Why would he do that?

He only hoped he could find people. He knew it was a hopeless case, but he was desperate.

…

Tyler bumped into Zeke as he walked by. For this, Zeke apologized. Zeke always apologized for other people bumping into him. He made a habit of it; it's how he was raised.

It had been one day since Chris announced the psycho killer's existence, and some campers were still uneasy. DJ was particularly restless; indeed, you could tell he got no sleep the night before. His eyes were determinedly trying to close, yet his mind was determined to keep them open; thus, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked unbearably tired.

Lindsay spent extra time putting on makeup that morning. This baffled Beth, and she asked, "Why are you doing that?"

"When the crazy psycho killer comes around, I want to look good so that he doesn't kill me, obviously!" Lindsay replied. Beth, after shooting a helpless look at a nearby camera, eventually decided that Lindsay may be on to something, and asked her to pass the mascara.

A small group of freaks, geeks, and (unbeknownst to them) Zeke were discussing how many ways Chris's announcement really didn't make sense; this, of course, was to calm down Owen, who was still very worried about the whole ordeal.

"I understand that this is probably just Chris being mean, but there's still a chance that there's someone out there! And if there is, we're all gonna DIE!" Owen cried, and then clung to Noah.

"Don't worry, Owen," said Izzy. "If it turns out that Chris is actually telling the truth, I'll just kill the killer before he kills anyone. Problem solved!"

Owen did not seem convinced. He continued to cling to Noah, but swept Izzy in as well.

"Owen?" Noah asked after this.

"Yeah, bud?"

"Could you loosen your grip? I can't breathe."

"Oh! Sorry!" Owen said, and immediately let go of Noah. This exchange caused Zeke to double over with rather loud laughter, prompting questioning looks from Noah, Owen, and Izzy.

"Oh, uh… Hey guys," Zeke said, awkwardly.

"What are you doing over here? The Killer Bass are that way," said Noah.

"Well, I thought Eva would be here, because she hangs out with you guys a lot…"

"She isn't. She's with the Killer Bass."

"Oh. Okay." An awkward silence ensued, and then Zeke left.

When he returned to his side of camp, he noticed a small crowd around DJ.

"What's going on, eh?" he asked.

"He fell asleep, so we're watching his back," Geoff replied.

"Then, why are you facing his front?"

Geoff merely sighed.

DJ slept peacefully all morning, dreaming of coming home to his mama. His dream took a turn for the worse when it was interrupted by a very large man who actually looked quite a bit like Chef Hatchet. Said man had a rifle, and shot Mama in the head. DJ began thrashing about in the real world, and completely unintentionally kicked Harold in the groin. Duncan's laughter after seeing this became crying in DJ's dream, and he saw his two best friends dangling in the air, crying for help, but the Chef Hatchet-type shot them as well.

Luckily for DJ, he wouldn't have to see any more of this, because Tyler was shaking him awake. DJ, upon awakening, saw Geoff and Duncan and hugged them tight.

"Guys, you gotta promise me you'll be careful!" DJ cried, with tears in his eyes.

"We promise," said Geoff.

"Yeah, yeah…" Duncan muttered as well.