Some people may be a little angry with me for the decision I've made… but oh well!:D

There's a second of laughter before I realize what just happened.

"You fucking douche bag!" I cry as Emmett laughs his ass off.

"That was… so… funny!" Emmett says between laughs. "Your face was… priceless!"

"You think that was funny?" Reaver raises an eyebrow.

"Hilarious." Emmett pulls his hands out in front of him. "Don't tell me you're mad."

"I thought you were dead!" I cry. I realize how stupid this all is and turn around and walk back to the beach.

Screw Emmett. He's a waste of my time. Who cares if he's dead. Doesn't he deserve it after all this? And besides, what does he even do in this group? He's just more weight for us to carry. And what the hell is up with this whole being mean to me all the time? What's wrong with him?

Maybe it's this whole survival thing… It's changing him. Actually, I think it's changing all of us. I mean, I'm definitely not the same. So I just…. I don't care!

"What's wrong?" Jay asks me. I hadn't even realized I had already found my way back to the beach.

"N-nothing."

"Yeah, right. Seriously, what's up?" He nudges me with his elbow.

"Emmett..." Is all I say.

"That asshole." Jay frowns. "Don't worry, I'll fix it."

"Really, you don't have to-"

"Where is he? Hm? C'mon. That wuss is hiding isn't he." Jay puts his fists in front of his face and starts bouncing around like a pro-boxer.

"Geez, testosterone much? He's in the jungle somewhere last I saw him." I shrug.

"I knew he was hiding!" Jay says victoriously and jabs the air.

"Right… just, when you see him, try to take it easy on him." I pat one of his arms which was still in front of his fast and walk away.

Bunch of nut jobs…

"If you seriously think that we'll be able to make it off this island in two days then you are sorely mistaken." Texas tells Nick as he ties a log in place.

"You dare doubt my brain power?" He hisses.

"I dare doubt your sanity!" Texas says.

"Ginger." Nick scoffs.

"Yodeler."

"That's it!" Nick stands up. A good foot and a half taller than Texas.

"Enough you two," Bavaria rolls her eyes. "We have too many problems without your bickering."

"I'm the wiser one." Texas sighs.

"Old doesn't mean smart." Nick retorts. I walk away from that little scene.

The sun was once again starting to set. I wonder briefly if I might miss the island once we leave.

Fat chance of that.

"You don't have a knife." Russia asks blatantly.

"I have a gun." Kory answers.

"How's a gun supposed to help us?" Russia groans.

"We could shoot the vines." Bipolar suggests. Kory and Russia give her an odd look. "Just… saying." She says quietly.

"Go ask someone for a knife. I bet… I bet Fairbanks might have one!" Russia tells Kory and shoos him away.

I sit on a rock and admire their work. "How goes it?"

"Great." I can't really tell if Russia is being sarcastic or not.

"That's nice. Emmett's a dick." I immediately start venting. Bipolar giggles, Russia laughs heavily.

"Child, I've known this for some time." Russia shakes her head, smiling.

"You have?" I ask, surprised.

"Yes, quite a while." She sighs, than examines the sun meeting the water at its horizon. The island really was a beautiful place. "War… changes people. The cruelty of it all makes us someone from who we once were. It can make us both weaker and stronger. But it cannot make us good nor bad. It's just a way of life. It's just how things are."

"Sure is, thanks Russia."

"Anytime," She looks away from me toward Kory, who was arguing with Fairbanks once again. "Let's go you swine! We haven't got all day!" Then she mumbled something in Russian.

I get up to go observe Fairbanks and Kory when I see Emmett and Reaver step out of the jungle. Emmett brushed past me without a word while Reaver stopped to talk.

"I'm sorry, things will work out. But right now we need to focus on escaping the island." He says. And he was right; we really needed to get away from here. It was making everyone crazy.

"Yes, everyone's working on that. I will too, thank you." I smile weakly. Reaver nods and walks away. The sun was just barely visible above the waves… night was here.

"Minneapolis, be reasonable." Believe it or not, this was Jay talking.

"I am reasonable." I say flicking a piece of bone into the fire. Bavaria laughed. "Shut it."

"There's absolutely no way we're going to get this boat done in two days, it could take months." When did Jay become the expert on boats?

"If there's promise of waffles and chicken on the other side then it could definitely be possible." I smile. I think I saw Reaver start drooling at this thought.

"True… well, we'll see what happens tomorrow." Jay nods.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow-"

"Cram it." Bavaria stuffs a stick in Nick's mouth before he could continue the song.

Nick spits it out, "Ugh! Do you know where that's been? It probably has millions of germs! Creeping and crawling around like… ugh! I could get so many diseases from that. Malaria, Influenza, Salmonella, Avian Influenza, Giardia, Leprosy-"

"Shush." Texas shushes him. We all laugh a little. Good times….

I was still up by the time everyone was sleeping. Something was wrong in my brain… I just didn't know what. I kept thinking about how amazing it was that none of us had gotten sick or infected or even died yet. And that we had all stayed together as a group, despite Hugo, Darious and Neap.

I get up to walk along the beach; maybe some good ol' pacing will make me feel better. The moon wasn't very high in the sky. But it was very bright. It's light washed over the whole beach, making the sand luminous and sparkly. You could hear something howling deep in the jungle. Funny how that has become the least of our problems. I might actually miss this little sanctuary.

"What are you doing?" A voice asks behind me.

"Huh?" I turn. It's Emmett.

"I asked what you're doing."

"Oh, nothing. Can't sleep." I avoid looking at him.

"Maybe I can help." He says, grabbing my hand. I uncomfortably shake it away.

"Leave me alone, Emmett." I sit on the sand and prop my head on my knees.

"What'd I do?" He asks, clearly annoyed.

"I just want to be left alone." I lie.

"What about what I want?" He asks suddenly. There was a certain anger to his voice. One I had heard before.

"I…" He pulls me up by my hair so I'm standing, face to face with him.

"That's right. You didn't. Maybe you should start thinking." He hisses. I wince.

"Y'know, this is all your fault." He continues. "If you would have just listened to me, just trusted me in the first place, we wouldn't have to be friends with these freaks. We wouldn't have to be here." He shoves me back onto the ground.

"They're not freaks!" I squeal. Well that was dumb.

"Yes," He laughs, "They are. And so are you." He kicks sand into my face and picks me up by my arm, then starts dragging me into the jungle. I felt like a ragdoll all of a sudden. How cliché. "See? You're worthless. Spineless. Pathetic and Naïve." Each word was like venom. "You mean nothing to anyone. If it weren't for you, we would all be safe right now, still in our home country. But as usual," He laughs again, this time a little more violently. "As usual it was your fault."

"You're a piece of shit, Emmett." I growl. His face turned red. "Everything you're telling me… they're lies, it's a load of bull, it's all just your-" For a split second my world spins. Then there's a sudden throbbing in my right cheek… then my eye.

"Serves you right." He drops me to the ground. He punched me… he just fricking punched me and I can't get the nerve to do anything about it. Why can't I stand up? Come on legs! Work!

One more second goes by, and this is what I am sure of. I am on the ground in tears like some Sunday school special. Emmett is pissed but smiling menacingly at his work. And there's a shadow creeping up on both of us. And then-"

"Fucking. Say. You're. Sorry."

"What?" Emmett gasps.

"I'm going to fry your liver lick Saturday night steak." Oh thank god for rednecks.

"Get off me, freak!" Emmett yells.

"Hell no, you don't deserve to even live. You're a disgrace to every human left on this planet. You know that? And hell, while I'm around, you got a real bad chance of liv'n right now, buddy."

I wipe my eyes to see Jay holding Emmett up by his throat. My eyes widen, "Jay…"

"Shush-hush-ush." He uses his free hand to put on finger over his lips. I nod silently.

"Now where was I? Oh yeah. You're a load of cow fuck." Jay's fist meets Emmett's face. "Damn, you are some messed up dude… Stay away from her. Or else next time, I won't let you live."

I heave out a sigh, exhausted by all of this. And then, when it seems like it's all over, Emmett lets out a scream. A pair of jaws clenches around his throat.

"Shit!" Jay drops him. A decaying figure appears out of nowhere and immediately begins to devour Emmett. My mouth widens and I breathe in. I have to keep myself from screaming.

"Minneapolis-"

"Go!" I scream and shove Jay forward and out of the trees. "Get the others let's go!"

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Until next time my pretties…. Muahahahhahahahhahahahha.