Welcome back.

Things have been getting busy lately, but don't worry, I'm getting through to the end.

Here's a question for all you reviewers, how would you rank the current living contestants based on their morality? Who's the biggest wrongdoer and who's pure of heart?

Enjoy this episode!

Executed:

Owen, Izzy, DJ, Lindsay, Trent, Eva, Cody, Beth, Sadie, Geoff, Bridgette, Ezekiel, Sierra

11 Players Remaining:

Boys: Noah, Alejandro, Duncan, Tyler, Harold, Justin

Girls: Katie, Heather, Courtney, Gwen, LeShawna

The camera faded open to a wide shot view of the island with an agitated Chris in the center.

"Last time on Total! Drama! Island!..."

The camera switched to a view of Alejandro arriving on the docks of the island, greeting the stubborn campers.

"After finishing their boat trip with a supposed oppurtunity to recieve an idol, Gwen, Duncan, Courtney, and Heather returned to the island, with two brand spanking new competitors arriving on the Island as well, Alejandro and Sierra."

The camera switched once more to a view of a resistant Sierra being forcefully dragged to the cabins.

"The competitors were also congratulated and welcomed to the merge phase of the competition! Meaning that everybody is now competing for individual immunity!"

The camera switched to LeShawna and Gwen quietly conversing.

"In terms of alliances, Harold and Tyler formed forces with LeShawna while Gwen was off on her yacht trip."

The camera switched again to Heather talking with Alejandro during lunch, right beside the wall of the fallen campers.

"Heather decided to take a risky opportunity by forming a secret alliance with the new guy! Alejandro! Who seems to be much more menacing than his smooth talking exterior supposes."

The scene switched to Heather mistakenly daring Noah.

"Unfortunately for Heather, her secret alliance meant that she'd stay a spy among Noah's forces, only to immedietly blunder her betrayal by daring the bookworm."
The camera fast forwarded to Heather snapping back at her former minion, Katie.

"Heather decided the best option was to double down and reveal her immense distaste for Katie."

The camera switched to Heather in the confessional booth, regretting her accidental slip up.

"This would've been the end of Heather's time on the island, if not for… Sierra… who…"

The camera switched back to the annoyed host on the docks, crossing his arms impatiently.

"Ugh! She broke the rules once too many times by breaking the immersion, so we had to cut her off. It'll be too much God damn editting around it otherwise!"

The camera switched again to a red tinted image of the beheaded girl, with her body still hanging off from the end of the pillory. Any forsaken imagery of her cut off neck was covered by the shiny blade used to behead her within the wooden stocks.

"Anyway! What will happen today! Will anybody be stupid enough to start yapping about stuff they shouldn't? Find out this week on Total! Drama! Island!"

Theme Song

The camera panned down from the morning dawn sky to a tired Courtney rubbing her eyes as she entered the the communal bathrooms.

Courtney closed behind her, faced down at the sink and sighed in exhaustion.

(Confessional: Courtney)

The overachiever rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"I didn't get much sleep. I spent all night trying find that stupid life idol thing. Long story short, the only thing I found were owls trying to spook me."

(End Confessional: Courtney)

The CIT scrunched her eyes and rubbed her nose. She was exhausted and stressed.

Now that the teams were dissolved, she didn't have to worry about Harold and Tyler targeting her for execution.

However, she now had to worry about formers members of the Screaming Gophers hunting her down, or that new guy, whatever his deal was.

All of this stress came to a halt when Courtney rubbed her eyes and faced the mirror of the communal bathrooms.

In the reflection, she saw a figure hanging from the ceiling like a marionette.

Courtney knew who the figure was, she'd seen her in her dreams ever since she saw her hanging from the boathouse among the rotting fish.

She glanced at the figure whose face frozen in fear, anguish, and agony as it cried out at the CIT.

You're losing yourself, Courtney. You need some rest.

Courtney gulped in a large amount of air, flinching her view straight down at the sink to avoid seeing the apparition behind her.

Yet she could feel the apparition approaching her. Courtney couldn't tell if the former pacifist was pacified or if it was about to pry her to pieces.

Don't push me away, Courtney. Don't push yourself either. This isn't you.

Courtney clenched her eyes closed hoping that the episode would end sooner and sooner.

She felt the nightmare getting closer and closer, grasping her brain and pulling it to the ceiling with similar strings.

The apparition disappeared when the door of the bathrooms jerked open.

Suddenly, Courtney could move again, she could breathe again, and she especially could scream again.

AHHHH!

A friendlier figure in the doorway flinched as Courtney screamed out loud.

"Jesus Christ, Courtney! What the hell's wrong with you!" Duncan, in the doorway, covered his ears, barely restraining himself from cursing out the CIT.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Courtney covered her mouth, checking right behind her to affirm that Bridgette was indeed gone.

"I'm just… really tired…"

"Well so am I." Duncan replied, "I've spent the entire night searching the West side of the island for one of the damn idols only to find nothing."

Courtney nodded. "Same." She meekly replied.

"Anyway, you said you wanted me to get Alejandro and Heather here, and here they are."
Duncan opened the door fully to reveal the Spaniard and the mean girl standing right behind him.

"Ugh. Why the hell are you screaming like a banshee? Weirdo." Heather sneered.

Alejandro smoothly spoke to his ally. "Heather, chica, don't go straight to insulting others." The charmer smiled sexily at an unphased Courtney. "Especially if they can be possible allies."

Courtney, unimpressed rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm just really tired. I've spent all night searching for that life idol."

"Ahem." Duncan coughed out. "Court, do you wanna explain why you wanted me to fetch these two knuckleheads?"

"Although I would have preferred to meet within my trailer from yesterday's reward, it doesn't matter. I think I understand why you want to meet with us." Alejandro nodded. "An alliance?"

Heather perked up, almost offended by the offer. "Why would we form one with you?" The mean girl scoffed.

"Ego much?" Courtney asked. "I've seen how Katie and Noah spoke to you yesterday after your betrayal, and especially how LeShawna and Gwen have been looking your way."

"Yeah. So?" Heather crossed her arms in superiority.

"Us four are the ones that are under fire the most. Duncan and I have had our rough times with the Killer Bass. As the four strongest players, we should work together so that the majority of the weak don't gang up on us."

The cyclops spoke up. "Basically, us outnumbered predators should work together to fight the prey."

The mean girl eyed Courtney suspiciously. "Are you kidding? I know how much of a weasel you are, Courtney. I don't trust you. And I'm not willing to work with someone straight out of The Sopranos either."

The charmer placed a hand on Heather's shoulder. "Chica, please, you shouldn't make assumptions about others, especially if they're willing to extend an olive branch to you for help."

"Exactly Heather, that's the point." Duncan spoke out. "You can either work with me, as dangerous as I seem, or be against us and the entirety rest of the campers on the island."

The room went silent for ten whole seconds. Heather was in checkmate.

"Well, I am sure of one thing," Alejandro said, breaking the ice. I am not attempting to create any adversaries this early on. I am willing to join forces with you two."

The Spaniard shook hands with the delinquent before looking back at a skeptic Heather behind him.

"Fine! I'll join you losers, I'll even vote with you too. Just be aware that I have my eyes on you."

Courtney nodded. "Sure, we'll target the strongest of the weak before anything drastic happens, understand?"

"I understand." Heather replied

"Indeed." Al added in.

"Perfect," Duncan smirked. "Now all we need to do is make sure that we have the majority for the next execution trial."

The charmer nodded back. "I think I can manage that…"

(Confessional: Alejandro)

The charmer sat comfortably in the confessional. So… the tough guy and the crazy girl want to ally with me because they're under fire… Sounds good enough to me, especially if that means I've got three meat shields before me."

Prince Charming scooted over to the edge of his seat, pointing straight at the camera.

"Believe me though, I am well aware how dangerous those two must be. I'll just work with them safely and soundly for now. But once all is said and done…"

The Spaniard snickered in the confessional.

(End Confessional: Alejandro)

The camera panned to the trifecta of Noah, Katie, and Justin sitting in the boy's cabin together.

"Let's talk strategy here," Noah discussed as he sat on one of the beds. "Heather has betrayed us and I don't like that she's now working with Alejandro."

"Yeah, you told us yesterday how much you don't like him," Justin responded, "And I get what you mean: I've seen guys like Alejandro in the modeling industry. He's so fake."

Noah nodded back. "Alright buddy, I agree, but don't confront him about it up front. We need to be more sneaky about it and you literally exposed your skepticism of him yourself in yesterday's challenge." The bookworm pointed straight at the model's spicy abs.

Justin shrugged back. "Hey, in some ways, I was spreading how untrustworthy Alejandro seems. Spreading the words to the other campers."

The bookworm shrugged. "Whatever. Speaking of other campers, we need to network out to get votes on Alejandro."

"Um…" Katie tried to speak up.
"From what I've seen, there are 5 different main duos:"

"The three of us, which I suppose isn't actually a duo."

"The power Bass duo, Duncan and Courtney."

"The tricky duo of Alejandro and his lackey Heather."

"The duo who doesn't like Heather, and by extension us, LeShawna and Gwen."

"And lastly, Tyler and Harold, who I don't know much about."

"Umm, Noah?" Katie interjected.

"Yeah? Spit it out."

"First of all, I thought you would've noticed that LeShawna, Gwen, Harold, and Tyler are clearly working together right now."
"Oh, right." Noah nodded.

"Secondly… I think we should target Heather instead of Alejandro as soon as possible."

Noah and Justin shared a glance before looking back at Katie. "Katie, I know that you have a personal vendetta against Heather, which is all fair since she berated you and Sadie, I'm not denying it, but Heather can be eliminated at any time now that she's burnt all of her bridges."

The Malaysian Canadian irked. "Sure, but Heather knows more about us than anybody else. And now that she's our enemy who's to say that she won't snitch about our weaknesses to Alejandro? Or even Courtney and Duncan?"

"Are you kidding me?" Justin sneered, "Heather despises Courtney and vice versa."

"Plus, her ego wouldn't dare to stoop down to their level." Noah quipped.

The sweet girl groaned. "Listen! Courtney, Heather, Alejandro, and Duncan are the strongest on the island, but they aren't stupid as well. They may put their differences aside so that they can work together to defeat us, since we majorly outnumber them."

"That's… a good point actually." The High IQ responded.

"So, I guess we should target Heather then?" Justin asked.

"Yes, exactly," Katie responded with a smirk.

"But…" The model began thinking. "What if Heather decides to rejoin us again? If we vote of Alejandro she can come back to us!"

The two shorter campers looked at each other. "We're not letting Heather back into our group ever, Justin." Katie sternly scolded.

(Confessional: Noah)

The bookworm leaned lazily on the edge of the confessional toilet.

"You know, Katie is a better thinker than I give her credit for. I haven't even thought of the fact that the top dogs might work together to squish us weaker competitors."

The Indian sighed.

"I'm unsure though, I kinda… liked working with Heather? I mean, I could blame Heather at least for anything wrong I did and anything that I did wrong."

"But that's over. Maybe there's a small chance that if we eliminate Alejandro first, Heather could come crawling back to us, but I know Katie would go lose her mind over it. Like seriously, never let Justin think."

"And Heather really shouldn't have insulted Katie like that. That was seriously messed up."

(End Confessional: Noah)

(Confessional: Katie)

The sweet girl leaned back in her seat.

"I can't stop thinking about yesterday. Heather was such a bitch for not only betraying us, but for berating Sadie like that! She's a heartless, pushy, bossy, mean bully of a girl!"

(End Confessional: Katie)

The camera switched to a view of the mess hall, where Tyler and Harold were discussing strategy while eating grilled cheese for breakfast.

They had made substantial effort to ensure that they were facing away from the wall filled with portraits of the deceased campers.

In the background, a image of the decapitated Sierra lit up on the wall. The campers barely had any time to get familiar with the internet obsessed girl. So little that she didn't even have a photo of herself alive beforehand.

Shortly after, LeShawna joined her allies to discuss.

"Hey all. Have any of you seen Gwen around?"

Harold shrugged, still biting out of his sandwich, "Nope. I assume she had spent all morning trying to find the life idol for herself."

"Dang. I wanted to talk with her," the black girl sat down next to the dweeb, who was stuffing his face with the grilled cheese. "I'm still a bit upset at her for accidentally daring me yesterday. Like, seriously, how does that happen!?"

"Alright, Tyler and I will tell you if one of us finds her, right Tyler." Harold asked the jock who was lost, gazing off as he ate his sandwich.
"C'mon boy, snap back into it!" LeShawna spoke up at Tyler. "What're you thinking 'bout?"

Tyler snapped back into reality, shivering as LeShawna snapped her fingers right in front of his zoned out eyes. The jock nearly dropped his sandwich as he tuned back in the two campers.

"Sorry. What's up?" Tyler asked.

"That's what we're wondering, Tyler," Harold asked. "You've barely spoken at all these past couple of days."

"Um…" Tyler wandered off.

(Confessional: Tyler)

The jock groaned as he lied against the outhouse wall.

"Dude, my head's been messed up ever since the whole Geoff and Bridgette thing… I'm still processing the fact that I did that. It's my fault that they're dead… and all I got in rebuttal is a weak punch from Duncan? I feel like I deserve something worse…"

The jock rubbed his forehead.

"And on top of all of that, Zeke gets killed for no reason. Man, I wish he was here; Harold isn't exactly the best guy for moral support, y'know? I'm sorta at a divide here."

"One side of me want's to just push it to the side and accept that it's what I gotta do to live on, and the other wants to make up for my sins."

(End Confessional: Tyler)

"It's uh…" Tyler fumbled over his words, staring back at his unfinished sandwich. "It's complicated…"

"Boy, just spit it out already. We don't have time for skepticism here." LeShawna bluntly said.
"Is this about missing Zeke?" The nerd asked.

Tyler weakly nodded.

Harold sighed. "I get it, I miss him a lot too. And it's those jerks Courtney and Duncan's fault that he's gone."

LeShawna put a hand on Tyler's shoulder. "I get it. During the premerge, I had a small dorky friend, Beth. She was sweet. Unfortunately, she got eliminated way too early. All because of Heather and Katie."

The nerd raised an eyebrow. "Wait, I barely remember that. Katie seems pretty nice, I thought."

(Confessional: LeShawna)

The homegirl leaned forward, starstruken.

"Pretty nice?" She scoffed.

"I remember that paintball game, vaguely, but I do remember that Beth and Katie got into a heated argument, losing us the game and, more importantly, Beth."

She crossed her arms in superiority, akin to Heather.

"Sure, I understand that she lost her best friend, but I don't have much sympathy for that asshole after she got my friend killed."

(End Confessional: LeShawna)

LeShawna shrugged. "I guess Heather's ruthlessness can spread to even her minions. Speaking of which, we still shouldn't forget their voting power in the merge. They can be a dangerous trifecta."

Tyler remained quiet, staring at his unfinished sandwich in thought.

"Agreed. What were they like on the Gophers?" Harold asked, brushing his goatee in thought.

"Pssht," LeShawna chuckled and waved her hand, "They're just obedient little soldiers. Noah's lazy as hell. He's usually lost in his books or talking with that annoying twin, Katie. You can guess how irritating she is, even without her best friend. Lastly, Justin's a total joke. He cares for nothing but his looks in this environment."

The ubernerd blinked. "Wow, that sounds a bit harsh, LeShawna."

"Oh, harsh?" The Black girl raised an eyebrow. "Gwen and I were on the bottom of the barrel for our entire tenure on the Gophers! So, excuse me for having a grudge against them!"

"We went from Cody annoying us the entire time with his pervert ass to losing Beth and having to deal with four complete jokes."

"OK! Gosh! Sorry! I know how it feels to be in the bottom too, you know!" Harold replied. "Duncan and Courtney were in a power group with Bridgette and Geoff the entire time!"

Tyler tensed up, hearing Harold's words.

"Hey…" Tyler spoke up. "I kinda wanna talk about Bridgette and Geoff, y'know?"
His two allies glanced at each other before looking back at the quieter clumsy boy.

"Sure. Shoot." LeShawna spoke up.

"No, no, don't rile yourself up, Tyler. Don't beat yourself over it." Harold shot down Tyler's conversation, looking at him head on.

"There's nothing you can do about it to 'fix' it." The nerd advised. "All you can do now is know that it isn't your fault at all and you should prioritize living on."

The sporto shot out of his seat, knocking his unfinished sandwich to the ground. "But that's the thing! It just… doesn't feel right at all! I wanna make up- I need to make up for it!"

(Confessional: Harold)

The dweeb pushed up his thick glasses.
"Look, I like Tyler. If there's anybody else that I want to live here, it's him, but his naivety, stupidity, and clumsiness kinda drags him down."

He frowned and scratched the back of his neck.

"Sorry, that was kinda rude."

(End Confessional: Harold)

"Tyler…" Harold groaned, "You can't. You have to focus on keeping yourself alive, keeping us-"

SCREEECH

The loudspeaker screeched loudly to reveal the host with the most speaking in a poor Pirate accent.

"Argh mateys! Yee all should meet me in thy ampitheater in roughly five minutes! Or it's off the plank and into Davey Jones's locker for yah! Yargh!"

(Confessional: Gwen)

The sleepy goth rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"Damn, I spent all that time awake searching for the Life Idol and I still didn't find it? At least I know where it isn't."

(End Confessional: Gwen)

The camera panned over the wooden bleachers, where the contestants were sitting off to the sides, with the ampitheater stage dead center of the shot. On the stage, Chris was wearing a pirate costume. Chef, with a pirate hat, was right next to him, with a large object on the stage covered up by a white tarp.

"Yar! Campers!" Chris gleefully greeted, adjusting a fake parrot that sat on his shoulder.

"What's with the bad pirate accent," Gwen asked. "Do you really have to do that today?"

The grumpy host glared at Gwen, who couldn't care less for the host's misery. "Fine! We'll speed up the process. Happy?"

The goth gave no response.

(Confessional: Gwen)

The loner sat in the confession box.

"What's the most annoying thing about this whole experience? Well besides the imminent feeling of death upon us all, I have to say Chris's persistent bipolarity. He's overeccentric and it just pisses us off."

(End Confessional: Gwen)

"Anyway, today's challenge will be a treasure hunt!" Chris clapped his hands together as Chef unveiled the tarp, revealing a collection of treasure chests below.

"Oh hey! I found it!" Tyler exclaimed, pointing up on the stage with a naive smile on his face.

"Up-up-up, Tyler. You're not looking for treasure per se, you swashbucklers are looking for keys to unlock the treasure!" Chris explained, bringing out a wooden bucket.

"In this pail will be a collection of papers which will give you a random map to the location of where your key will be.

"On the opposite side, there will be an emblem hinting you what the challenge there will be!"

"Campers that return with their keys will be able to unlock one of the chests up here. They each contain different rewards, with the most valuable being invincibility for today's challenge!"

"So uh… come up and grab your maps."
Roughly two minutes later, ten of the eleven campers had come up to the stage and grabbed their maps, all reading what challenge would be bestowed upon them.

Finally, Noah came up onto the stage and grabbed the last paper at the bottom of the bucket.

He picked it out and quickly read it.

"Wait, a BEAR?" Noah exclaimed. "Nope! I'm not doing this shit today." The bookworm disregarded his paper and threw it back into Chris's bucket.

"Lazy as a sloth," LeShawna whispered to Gwen, who promptly nodded.

"Seriously? You're throwing in the towel that early?" Duncan asked.

The bucket rattled as Chris frowned at the bookworm. "Fine, enjoy not having immunity for today!"

Noah shrugged. "I don't need it for today. And I especially don't need to get mauled by a bear like Trent did."

(Confessional: Chef)

The Black cook grumbled, stroking a bloody cleaver in his hands.

"Lazy kid. Took a damn long time getting that bear into that cave."

(End Confessional: Chef)

(Confessional: Alejandro)

The Spaniard stroked his goatee as he sat comfortably against the wall.

"So, from my short tenure here so far, I've gathered that Noah isn't the most proactive player, despite how Heather's said some supposed plots she had committed with him, but nothing incriminating against him has happened for a while."

Prince Charming sat up, leaning toward the camera straight on intimidatingly. "Someone that I do have my eye on though, is Justin. I don't like the way he tried to expose me during that dare challenge yesterday. For Heaven's sake, I haven't even done anything yet! And Heather won't ever shut up about how he 'robbed her status during the cooking challenge.' It's unbelievable here."

(End Confessional: Alejandro)

"I got… a picture of a beehive." Gwen read out.

LeShawna looked back at her ally flabbergasted. "No shit, huh? I got a whole ass alligator. Man, what is this bullshit!"

The loner shrugged, not looking up from her map. "Sucks to be you I guess."

LeShawna crossed her arms and frowned, raising an eyebrow at the loner.

"It especially sucks when your ally dares you, getting you out of the challenge when they're supposed to be on your side."

Gwen blushed. "Sorry… It was a mistake…"

(Confessional: LeShawna)

The ghetto girl glared at the camera.

"Look, I like that Gwen keeps it real down here. Especially with Chris's acting like an eccentric Forrest Gump. But besides for cheering for me and motivating me, she doesn't talk much or really acknowledges me."

She adjusted her seat.

"I guess it's a nitpick, I'm glad to have an ally, but Gwen is just too disconnected from people sometimes. Heck, she wasn't even with me and Harold and Tyler this morning when we were talking. I was even searching for her."

(End Confessional: LeShawna)

"I got a picture of shit?" Justin pondered. Katie leaned over the model's elegant shoulder to read his map. "It's in the communal bathrooms."

"Ohhh." The eye candy nodded. "Yours doesn't seem like it smells any better." He pointed at Katie's map. "Those are skunks."

"I got a snake." Harold announced.

"Well, I got a wolf." Tyler added.

"And I got a shark. Uh, hey Chris, how are we supposed to get our keys from animals if they move around."

The host smiled at the delinquent. "You'll see when you get there, but the animals are just guarding a specific area: their home base."

"And I got a picture of a fridge?" The mean girl scoffed. "Is that it?"

"Oh, you shouldn't have said that, girlie." Chef stepped forward, towering over the slim girl by several feet. Heather meeked down and backed up.

"Alright is that all?" Chris asked, looking around the ampitheater area. "You understand where you all are going?"

"I got the boathouse…" Courtney whispered quietly, studying the map.

"Fantastic!" Chris cheered, speaking in his poor pirate accent. "Dispatch, ye landlubbers! For X marks the spot!"

The campers quickly dispersed from the scene.

(Confessional: Courtney)

The CIT rubbed her forehead. Her mind danced around the thought of her key being at the boathouse, the spot of Bridgette's suicide.

"Ugh. My head is aching. Hopefully, it doesn't hinder me too much and it goes away before I die. I just can't stop thinking about Bridgette, especially after that… episode earlier this morning."

The perfectionist sat up formally and brushed her collar.

"Anywho, I need to push away Bridgette from bothering me and focus on this challenge. Boathouse or not, I need to get that key."

(End Confessional: Courtney)

The challenge had offficially began. The camera followed Heather as she peered her head through the mess hall's main doors.

The Queen B looked to the left and right, keeping a keen eye for anybody roaming around the cafeteria.

All in the room ahead of her were rows of tables with empty seats beside them.

She sneaked across the room after confirming that Chef was nowhere nearby.

Once at the end of the room, Heather peaked through a slight crack in the door to the kitchen.

There, she saw Chef whistling while picking up an entire trash can before dumping its contents into a large pot.

"Ahh… Dinner," Chef sniffed the smell escaping from the pot's grasp. Instantly, the Cook gagged before rushing out of the back exit to go throw up.

Heather rolled her eyes in disgust before rushing into the kitchen as a short window of opportunity opened.

The mean girl scurried over to the freezer, opening the heavy, ice cold doors. It was nearly pitch black inside.

She heard the exit door rattle back open, giving her just enough leeway to rush inside and shut the freezer door behind her shut.

Through the foggy glass, she saw the unassuming cook whistling as he tended back to his garbage food.

"Thank God," Heather exhaled, before turning around to see a rotting corpse hanging from the ceiling, frozen in peril.

She instantly averted her eyes and covered her mouth, stopping herself from screaming, or puking.

Thankfully, no noise peeped out of her mouth as Chef was preoccupied with his cooking.

She quickly peeked back at the hanging body and sighed. It wasn't a human body, but a pig's dead body hanging from the ceiling.

"Disgusting." She murmured to herself as she tried to navigate her way around the cold damp freezer.

"I should've brought a coat it's so damn cold in here." Heather shivered as she navigated around the ominous meat hanging from the ceiling.

She felt her hand around the tables, trying to feel for the key but careful not to accidentally cut her finger on any cleavers or knives that she absolutely wasn't allowed to have.

"F- fuck it's cold…" Heather shivered as she felt the key, which was so cold that it was stuck to the countertop it sat on.

Heather peeled it off before safely storing it in her pocket. After obtaining it, she navigated back through the dark room to the edge of the doorway.

As she tried to open the door, she learned that it was locked.

Heather's heart stopped for a second. How the hell was she supposed to get out?

She immedietly started banging hard on the door, alerting Chef.

Chef peaked right behind him, seeing Heather barely through the foggy freezer window. Thank God, she wasn't stuck there to freeze to death.

"H- help me! Let me out! I- It's so fucking cold in here!" Heather screamed.

The cook grunted to himself. "You think I didn't see yah sneakin' in here? I've told y'all there will be consequences for sneakin' into my kitchen, didn't I? I'll take my time."

"Oh dammit." Heather covered her mouth, shivering from the cold like crazy. She backed up away from the window and sat in a corner, huddling herself to keep her warm.

She was gonna be there for a while.

"Thanks for helping me again." Katie thanked as she followed her map, navigating under trees and over rocks of the Wawanakwa Forest.

"Yup, no problem," Noah nodded, "I just don't want to deal with a bear today. I mean, I'm likely not winning immunity anyway, even if I do get the key, but I'm not likely to get voted off either, so there's no point."

The Sweet Girl smiled back behind her, "But still, you could've gone off reading or something, like you always do. You didn't have to come help me with my challenge. After all, I'm not likely to get voted off either, right? You could've just been a lazy bum."

"Well, when I'm with you, I can actually come up with plans on how we're gonna best over our adversaries. We can come up with schemes."

"I'm not much of a schemer." Katie responded, looking back down at her map.

"Yeah, I'm not a fan of it either," the schemer sighed, "but it's what we gotta do to survive here."

"I get it. I'm not gonna bother trying to make myself 'change for the better.' I was actually thinking about that a lot before… Sadie…" Katie quickly went quiet and stopped in her tracks.

"I see," Noah responded dryly, "how are you holding up with that?"

The Malaysian girl sighed, putting a hand on her forehead. "I… I don't blame myself anymore… and I especially don't wanna hurt myself anymore. I guess my violence is now… directed at those who hurt Sadie… and me… and you."

"Well, I'm flattered," Noah joked, "But I'm glad to see that your head's in the game now.

"Heather's cold." The slacker responded. Little did he know Heather was indeed freezing. "And your hatred of her is definitely justified. She had no right to insult Sadie like that."

"All will be paid back in time," the lonesome BFFFL responded, finally arriving to the spot.

"Damn, that's certainly cold," Noah chuckled. "So your thing is in that skunk hole?"

"Seems like it." Katie responded. A duo of skunks crawled into the hole as the two stood back and watched.

"Well, we don't want to get sprayed." The High IQ observed, "And those skunks crawled inside right on queue."

"We can wash out the skunks with water." Katie suggested. "I remember my doing that once at Sadie's cousin's house when they had skunks under their porch."

"Huh. Clever." The bookworm smirked. "I swear I was just about to say the same thing. Not the porch thing though."

Two minutes later, give or take, the duo returned with two pails filled to the brim with water.

"Let's make this quick and run." The Sweet Girl said as the two poured their buckets down into the skunk hole.

(Confessional: Katie)

The Sweet Girl played with her key in the confessional, spinning it around her index finger like a fan.

"It's nice that Noah helped out. It's too bad that I can't help him when he's against a whole grizzly bear. We do not want a repeat of what happened to Trent."

She stopped twirling her key. "But, at the same time, I don't want to set up myself for disappointment. The chances of me alone surviving is low. The chances of both of us escaping is extremely low. Thankfully, it's statistically not as low as Sadie and I, but…"

She groaned again as the confessional ended.

(End Confessional: Katie)

The two ran away from the skunk whole as two skunk parents ran out of the hole. Shortly after, little skunk kids ran out behind them.

"Aww," the Sweet Girl sympathized, touching her heart, "Sorry for ruining your home."

With the skunks gone, Noah reached deep into the skunk hole, grabbing the key out of there.

"Here you go." Noah nodded. "All yours. Maybe you can even win immunity today. It'll be better if it doesn't go to Heather."

"Definitely…" The twiggy girl nodded, pocketing her silvery key.

Katie leaned forward and hugged the short bookworm, much to his surprise. Nevertheless, Noah hugged her back.

"Y'know, I always thought this was implied, but it's never been said," Katie explained, "Let's agree to take each other to the finale?"

"Yeah! Of course!" Noah let go of Katie's hug. "I was already intending for that anyway."

(Confessional: Noah)

"Y'know," the slacker spoke up, "when I made this whole alliance at the beginning, I deliberately went out of my way to choose to ally with the people who I would be the least attached to: A narcissist, an egomaniac, and an annoying girl.

"Despite all of this, I kinda care for Katie now, especially after keeping an eye on her after Sadie died. I'm glad that she didn't kill herself like Bridgette did, but I'm not naive. I know that more likely than not, she's gonna have to die so I can live."

The bookworm groaned.

"That's gonna be extremely tough. I was originally planning to take her to the finale because she's the most balanced matchup compared to everyone else here. Funny how that works out, eh?"

(End Confessional: Noah)

"Ew," Justin looked down a steaming pile of shit in the greasy communal bathrooms.

He looked back at his map, the emblem showed the same: a steaming pile of shit.

"I have to go down there to get my key?" Justin snorted, looking down the endless pipeline of sewage. "Well," Justin looked up at the ceiling daringly.

"Like hell, I'm not going down there!"

The pretty boy turned around, flushing his map down the toilet.

(Confessional: Justin)

The sexy model shrugged.

"If Noah doesn't need to try to get immunity today, supposedly, why should I? Besides, do you know how bad sewage water is for your skin?"

(End Confessional: Justin)

Heather shivered in the freezer, holding her legs tight. The room was dark, with light piercing through the foggy fridge window only to reflect onto the meat hanging from the ceiling's hooks.

She couldn't tell how much time had passed, but it had felt like forever. Her entire skeleton had become numb from the cold, she could barely stand up from the corner.

How m- much longer… The mean chick thought. Even her own thoughts stuttered from the cold.

Suddenly, bright lights lit up the room. Heather brought her arm up to cover her eyes from the blinding lights.

Shortly after, she heard the freezer door open. After bringing her arm down, she saw Chef standing there menacingly, with a cleaver carried over his shoulder.

"I need to get somethin' for tomorrow's lunch, girlie." Chef mumbled ominously.

"Oh, God." Heather quickly stood up, energized by her fear alone. "Th- this… isn't part of the ch- challenge, r- right? Y- you're not supposed t- to kill…"

"Like I said. I need meat for tomorrow." Chef dryly grumbled before he began walking toward Heather at a slow yet steady pace.

The mean girl, in absolute peril, tripped over a small box of frozen vegetables while trying to run away from the menacing cook.

Chef, meanwhile, continued at a steady walk.

"W- wait!" Heather held out her hand, she was shaking from fear and the cold. "D- don't!" The mean chick scurried up to her feet before jogging around the hanging meat from the ceiling.

The rotting smell was the least of her concerns as she accidentally led herself into a corner right behind a hanging dead pig. Chef was approaching.

"W- wait! P- please don't!" The mean chick couldn't think clearly; her mind was frozen in peril.

Chef raised the cleaver before striking it at the top of the hanging pork, knocking it down from the pork.

"Ah!" Heather screamed as she ran right out of range of the cook, who was leaning down to the ground to pick up the whole pig to thaw for tomorrow's lunch.

"Pssht." Chef eyerolled as the mean chick ran out of the freezer, nearly stumbling out of the kitchen from the cold temperature and fear.

"Oof!" Heather exclaimed as she fell on the grass outside of the mess hall building. She was thankful to finally see the bright sunshine warm her up.

(Confessional: Heather)

Heather had a burgundy hoodie on, sneezing from the coldness of the freezer.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Heather exclaimed, nearly pulling her hair of her head. She had her key firmly in her pocket.

"What mental institution did Chris pick these schizos from?" Heather scoffed. "Now I got hypothermia from that ugly failed abortion."

(End Confessional: Heather)

The pretty boy walked out of the communal bathrooms and stretched out his arms.

Suddenly, he heard an 'oof' to his far right.

He jerked his head over and saw a freezing Heather lying on the ground with a key in her pocket.

"Heather?" The eye candy raised an eyebrow. "What the hell happened?"

"W- what happened," Heather responded, shivering as she stood back up, "Is that Chef locked me in the motherfucking fridge w- while I was trying to get my key."

Justin smiled cockily. "Well… that's what happens when you betray your own alliance to work with an even hotter guy!"

"Ugh!" Heather spat. "I actually have to work for my survival! I- I'm freezing right now! All f- for a chance to get immunity from my damn key!"

The mean girl quickly checked her pockets to ensure that her key was there. Thankfully, it was still present.

"And please, you're an idiot. You would've been helpless if I didn't lend an olive branch to you at the beginning of all of this." Heather glared daggers at the pretty boy, getting all up in his face.

"Jeez. Helpless is one hell of a word, Heather. Remember how I dominated that cooking challenge?" Justin flexed his arms and smugged.

The mean girl rolled her eyes.

"I would've done superb as head chef… but the main reason we won is because one of those Killer Bass people spilled hot sauce on themselves. They burnt themselves." Heather shakily smirked.

"Well," Justin rolled his eyes, "At least I don't burn all my bridges to work with Alejandro out of all people. I know about people just like him. In the modeling industry, he's a snake, and I am going to get you and him out of this competition one way or another."

The Queen B rolled her eyes. "Please. You couldn't even bother to get your own key."

Justin scowled and leaned down on the mean girl intimidatingly. "So what if I care about my looks? They're my best feature, and you are one person to talk ever since you have shown your 'best features' to the whole wide viewing audience."

Heather growled and stepped back.

"Fuck you, Justin."

(Confessional: Justin)

The sexy model spoke to himself in the confessional.

"Well ha, ha, Heather, I'm gonna live longer than you. Stupid bitch."

He blew raspberries at the camera.

(End Confessional: Justin)

(Confessional: Heather)

"Ugh!" Heather scoffed."When did Justin shove his head up his own ass?"

She rolled her eyes. "That's a dumb question. It's been their all along. That narcissistic jackass and his bi-curious little twerps are gonna pay.

"I will outlive all of them. I will survive."

(End Confessional: Heather)

The camera panned down from a beehive hanging from a branch to the ground where Gwen was looking up, thinking.

Supposedly, her key was within the beehive itself, but a swarm of bees occupied the area. She had to knock down the beehive with a small rock and let the bee swarm disperse.

The goth picked up a rock from the ground and retreated behind a small shrub, where she peered out and threw the rock straight at the hive.

Strike

The rock landed perfectly at the hive, knocking it down to the ground with a splatter. The bee swarm grew angry and began buzzing around trying to figure out whoever attacked them.

Gwen pumped her fist in the air, hiding completely behind the shrub. Until suddenly, a voice called out for her.

"Gwen?"

The loner's jolted up looking back at the bee swarm. To the left, behind some branches and shrubs, was LeShawna, covered in sweat and mud searching for Gwen. The homegirl was quite unaware of the angry bee swarm mere meters away from her.

"Wait! LeShawna! Bee swarm!" Gwen called out to her ally.

But Gwen's calling was a bit too late, LeShawna spotted the bee swarm out of the corner of her eye and bolted away from the angry hive.

"AHH!" LeShawna screamed as she ran away from the beehive.

Gwen facepalmed, peaking back at the hive. The entire swarm had left, and within the honeycombs of the hive, Gwen saw a rustic key covered in honey.

In the short window of time she had, Gwen ran over, extracted her key from the broken honeycombs and ran back behind her shrub.

Minutes later, LeShawna returned to where she saw Gwen, covered in mud, sweat, and now a couple bee stings.

The ghetto girl collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. "Dammit Gwen." She muttered under her breath.

"LeShawna!" Gwen called out, hopping from behind the shrub and checking in on her friend on the ground.

"I'm so sorry! I told you that my key was in a beehive why would you come over now!"

"I… ugh… I was gonna help you with that." LeShawna wiped mud off from her forehead.

"Anyways, I didn't get my key from those alligators…" LeShawna mumbled.

"Umm…" Gwen nervously smiled. "Why not? You could've easily handled those gators."

"I have no reason to handle a gator with a key in his digestive system," The Black girl explained, "One of those reptiles ate the damn key."

"Aww. I'm sorry to hear that," Gwen apologized, "And I'm so sorry about the bee swarm, and about yesterday too. I hope you're not mad."

LeShawna smiled weakly. "Girl, it's… fine. Sure, I'm gonna be a bit stubborn about it, but it's nothing to really fret about."

"Anyways, I wanted to also talk with you because you weren't with us in the morning to talk with Tyler and Harold."

Gwen shrugged. "I was off looking for the idol. I couldn't find it."

"Yeah, I figured." LeShawna stood up, wiping sweat and mud off of herself. "Anyway, the plan tonight is voting for either Courtney or Duncan. They can't both get immunity."

"Wait, Courtney and Duncan? Are you sure? Why not Heather or even one of her previous goons?" Gwen asked.

"Well, I wanted to vote off Heather, but I was outvoted by Harold and Tyler. We're getting one of their targets first. Why? You have any complaints?"

The loner thought for a second before nodding no.

"Alright, it's gonna be tough tryna convince others though. I don't think anybody else has any real qualms about them." LeShawna stood up.

"Yeah…" Gwen trailed off.

(Confessional: Gwen)

The loner groaned in the confessional.

"Ugh. I kinda… want to work with Duncan and Courtney instead of Harold and Tyler. They're just more stronger, better, and determined. They fit my style."

"Literally Heather or any of her old goons: Katie, Justin, and Noah, would be a better pick in my opinion. Maybe I can try to change her mind later today…"

(End Confessional: Gwen)

The camera panned around the woods to a figure with a red tracksuit navigating through the forest, his eyes glued onto his map.

A few steps later, he clumsily fell down into a divot from an edge above by five or so feet.

Thankfully for the jock, he was uninjured, minus some small pains in his left arm, but he had no way to get back up from the steep edge.

"Huh." Tyler exclaimed. "I wonder how I'll get back up."

Little did the jock know, a certain figure was following him.

"Hola amigo!" Exclaimed the figure. Tyler looked back over his shoulder and saw the Spanish figure waving his hand in the distance.

"Oh, hey there Alejandro!" The sporto waved back. "What, uh, what do you want?"

The Prince Charming smiled back mischiviously, "I would like you to vote with me tonight. I have gathered a couple of other players who have agreed to vote off a player from the hazardous trifecta of Katie, Justin, and Noah."

"Uh…" Tyler scratched the back of his neck. "Thanks for the offer, Al, but I'm in a group with Harold and LeShawna and the girl with the blue hair. I can't just leave them." The Charmer irked.

"Ah, but of course, I understand, your loyalty lies with the friends you value now." Alejandro apologized, putting his hand over his heart. "I apologize for misunderstanding. I wouldn't want to ruin your social life."

"No problemo, Al! But maybe I can work with you some other time." Tyler smiled back.

"Of course. Please call me by name, Alejandro, I find it quite disrespectful to be called Al." Alejandro spoke sternly and demandingly.

"Oh, sure! Sorry, Alejandro." Tyler apologized, pointing his thumb deep into the woods of the large divot. "I gotta get my key now… so…"

"I understand." The charmer walked away, twirling his key in his hand.

"Alright…" Tyler looked back at his map. "Now, where is this darn key…"

(Confessional: Alejandro)

The Charmer sat up in the confessional.

"Tyler seems naive. He's the most likely to join me and vote out one of Heather's threats. That way, I can please both Tyler and Heather."

He laid back into the confessional, smirking.

"I am slowly growing my influence…"

(End Confessional: Alejandro)

The jock looked around the forest, navigating around rocks, logs, and shrubs until he came upon a small clearing.

The clearing was in the sunlight with jagged rocks peaking out of the ground. In the center was a rock with a flat top roughly two meters above the ground. A key sat in the center of the main rock, with a sleeping wolfpack guarding around it.

"Woah. That's killer." Tyler whispered.

The jock had to be extremely careful, a single loud peep would lead to the gang of wolves to wake up and attack him. The sporto observed five or so wolves and decided to sneak around the side with the least amount of canines.

The jock looked around as he ran to hide behind one of the jagged rocks. He peeked out of it, making sure that all of the wolves were indeed dead asleep.

After ensuring that none of the wolves were simply just lying down, Tyler tip toed to the side of the flat top rock.

Tyler ran over to the two-meter-high plateau and hoisted himself up, gracefully so, not alerting any wolves of his presence.

"Well that wasn't so bad," Tyler smirked as he squatted down and picked up his key.

Ring! Ring!

A small ring noise came from the key. Tyler looked at the end of the key. A tiny golden bell was glued at the end of the key, ringing just loud enough to alert the wolves of Tyler's location.

The jock went wide eyed as he darted his eyes around him.

The wolfpack was now wide awake, barking at him, snarling at him, and pawing up at the small rock plateau.

Tyler irked, but thankfully was just high enough so that the wolves couldn't climb up and reach him.

"Nice try, dawgs, but I'm all the way up here!" Tyler teased. "Yikes!"

The wolves tried to bite at Tyler's feet, but the jock was far in the center of the rock.

He sweated, becoming more unsure of himself as the wolves kept jumping up, barely being able to latch their paws onto the edge of the rock.

"Uh… does anybody want to help me over here?" Tyler raised his voice. "Help!" He called out to the thicket, hoping that someone was able to be there to help him.

"Over here mi amigo!" Called out a familiar voice, "throw rocks back at the wolves and then run over this way!"

Tyler nodded, he picked up small pebbles from the top of the flat rock and tossed it on the wolves' heads, knocking out a couple of them.

Unfortunately, there wasn't an abundance of rocks large enough to knock out the snarling wolves clawing at the two-meter-high rock.

"Uhh, I'm out of rocks." Tyler explained. Behind the sporto, one wolf had managed to finally climb up onto the flat top rock right behind the jock.

Tyler turned his head around and dodge at the perfect time, just as the wolf leaped towards the sporto's back.

In a split second decision, Tyler jumped off of the flat top rock and landed on one of the jagged rocks, where it was unstable to stand.

Tyler began sliding down the rock as the rest of the wolves began realizing that Tyler had jumped off of the rock and began chasing him.

"This way!" Alejandro called out from the thicket of the woods.

"AHHH!" Tyler screamed, running away from the howling wolfpack.

Barks and bites came close behind the jock, chasing him away from the wolves' territory.

Tyler was running as fast as he could, his heart was pumping with adrenaline. Ferocious wild bites encouraged the jock to accelerate faster and faster.

The reality of the situation became more apparent as he heard the snapping of the savage beasts.

Oh God, please let me live!

The jock carefully put one step in front of the other. Now was not the time to trip over any exposed roots or rocks.

Out of the divot's thicket, Tyler came back to the small cliff, where Alejandro was patiently waiting at the top. The Spaniard gave a hopeful smirk as he saw the jock running to the divot's edge.

"Come Alejandro! Help me! Quick!" Tyler panted out, his voice too tired to speak.

The jock scrambled to the edge of the divot. The wolves were trailing right behind him, but the slope was too steep for him to climb up. The jock banged his fist imploringly against the dirt cliff wall that stood between him and safety.

"Oh?" Alejandro looked over, with a string of roots and vines in his hands. "Promise that you will pay back this favor later, and I will gladly help you, amigo."

The wolves were mere meters away, snarling and ready to gnaw Tyler's flesh off his bones.

"Yes! Please help!" Tyler pleaded, scratching at the dirt of the small cliff. "I'll pay back whatever favor later! Just please pull me up!"

"But of course!" Alejandro threw down the root-vine mixture and hoisted Tyler up in the nick of time as the wolves bashed against the soil of the cliff.

"Ah! Thanks!" Tyler gasped, out of breath. "Thank you so much!" Tyler hugged the Spaniard, it was a miracle that the jock didn't faint.

"Of course! I am always willing to help you out, mi amigo, but this does come at the cost of a favor." Alejandro pushed Tyler's hug away, faking a smile.

"Yeah, of course!" Tyler nodded, sweat flinging off of his hair. The jock reached for his pockets to find his key.

Unfortunately, both of his pockets were completely empty, with no key in his possession.

He looked back down at the divot and saw the wolves retreating with one key held in her mouth.

"Hey! Aww man my key fell out my pocket!" Tyler complained, completely out of breath. "I ... jeez... dropped it while running away from those dudes!"

"I am sorry about that, Tyler." Alejandro put a reassuring hand on the jock's shoulder. "But, it is not your key that I want. I will talk with you later about it."

"Yeah, yeah, thanks... oh God... thanks for helping me, Alejandro, I'll definitely talk with you later." Tyler panted, squatting down in exhaustion. "Holy shit those wolves were… were fast"

(Confessional: Tyler)

The sweaty jock wiped his forehead.

"Phew! Those wolves were scary. It's a darn shame that I dropped my key. I really wanted to get immunity today. It would've been pretty cool.

He sighed.

"When I was running, I could barely think at all… but one thought stayed in my mind: if I had died there, would I really be proud of how I've acted in this game?" The jock scratched his neck.

"I know Harold keeps trying to divert me away from it, but I just can't stop thinking about how it's my fault Geoff is dead. It's my fault Bridgette is gone… I need to stop being a goddamn coward and listen to Zeke; it was his final wishes for Pete's sake!"

The exhausted sporto leaned back, breathing in a huge puff of air.

"But I'm thankful that I'm not wolf food today! I have Al- err- Alejandro to thank for that."

Tyler blinked.

"I wonder how Al wants me to pay back that favor."

(End Confessional: Tyler)

The camera panned down from the setting sun to the docks facing out towards Lake Wawanakwa. Boats of guarding interns surrounded the island.

Duncan looked down from his map and looked back out at the lake. Far away was a small wooden pool with the delinquent's key hanging off from a splinter of the pole.

"Huh. That's what Chris meant by 'guarding their home base.'" Duncan exclaimed.

The cyclops crouched down on the docks and tilted his head at the circling sharks.

"How the hell am I supposed to get over there?" Duncan scratched his head.

An idea popped into the juvie's mind and he snapped his fingers.

The scene flashed forward with the rascal in his swim trunks and two large mackerel in his hands.

"Alright sharkies! Go get 'em!" Duncan called out as he lobbed the fish far away from the pole with his key.

As soon as the three sharkfins swam away, the cyclops dove into the water.

SPLASH

The delinquent swam to the pole, obtained his metal key, and swam back to the docks.

He climbed out in the nick of time as the sharks came back, slamming themselves to the poles of the docks.

"Yikes! You lot must be real hungry, eh?" Duncan stood up and brushed his mohawk back. He whistled as he exited the scene, twirling the key around in satisfaction.

(Confessional: Duncan)

The delinquent leaned back in the confessional, twirling his key around.

"Huh, that was pretty damn easy. I just gotta hope that this thing will actually give me the immunity I ever so desire."

He grasped the key tightly as the camera turned to static.

(End Confessional: Duncan)

Harold looked ahead from behind a rock, he quickly checked his map before looking back at in front of him.

A purple serpent lay ahead of him, coiled up around the uber nerd's metal key.

"Huh. Coluber constrictor foxii, also known as the Blue Racer Serpent. While you usually aren't hostile towards humans, you carry a nasty venomous bite in self defense."

"Wicked."

The nerd looked up at some branches high above the serpent before smirking to himself.

In a dash, Harold darted up the trees and perched on top of a long girthy branch. The dweeb then kept his feet steady, lodging them in a small concave in the branch, before hanging upside down from the branch.

From there, Harold was at the perfect height to reach for his key, at the center of the coiled up snake.

The metal key easily slipped out of the snake's grasp and Harold pulled himself up back on to the branch.

Harold smiled, wiping sweat off of his forehead before observing his delicate key.

(Confessional: Harold)

The egotistical nerd smiled proudly at himself.

"Y'know, I learned how to swing around like that at Acrobatic Steve's Monkey Camp. I've always told my mom it wasn't a waste of money. I'm pretty proud that I can at least show of my Mad Skillz here."

A cheeky little smile glowed on his freckled face.

"At the same time, I'm glad nobody was watching. My adversaries have no idea what I'm capable of. I'm stronger than I look!"

(End Confessional: Harold)

The CIT stood solemnly in front of a small, familiar wooden shack. Any clueless spectator would instantly smell the pernicious odor of supposed rotten fish. Courtney knew better.

This is where the deceased were stored. Around sharp metal hooks and left to the fishes.

Courtney clutched her map close to her chest, she curled her lips in nervousness.

There were no hazardous animals here, no dangerous obstacles, and no ice cold temperaures.

All there was in front of her was a twisted reminder of how Bridgette met her end.

A reminder of Bridgette's apparition appearing in the communal bathrooms flashed thorugh Courtney's mind.

Then of Bridgette's pacifism being pressured to the brink, beating Courtney with a barrage of punches after being constantly pressured by the CIT.

And of course, of Bridgette herself. Inside of the boathouse where Courtney last saw Bridgette hung from the ceiling among the cold dead mackerel.

Nevertheless, the perectionist gulped down her fear, shoved her map deep down her pocket and put her palm on the doorknob.

Courtney opened the wooden door and became engulfed in the pitch black of the boathouse. She could see small slivers of light from cracks and gaps within the wooden wall.

Thankfully for the CIT, the bodies of the boathouse were disposed of, dead and gone.

Despite her poor eyesight, she recognized the lack of black trash bags littered around the area.

As her pupils adjusted, Courtney took control of each and every step as she sparsely navigated around the fishy room.

It was just herself now. She had nothing more to worry about. Nothing less to consider. She just to find the key.

Courtney kept herself in complete silence. She stepped ever so elegantly that not a creak would groan out from the wood planks she navigated through.

She was clenching her mouth shut tight. Not a word, scream, or cry would come out of her mouth.

Despite constantly telling her otherwise, her muscles began to tense up. The overachiever crept around like she was tiptoing around a sleeping beast.

With one lasts creak from the floorboards, she stopped in her tracks.

What was watching her?

She looked around herself 360 degrees. A bunch of abnormally large mackerel, trout, and, of course, bass surrounded her. Sharp tools and trapnets scattered along the wall.

Bridgette's unfinished bucket of breakfast had succumbed to an ant colony.

Courtney exhaled a sigh of relief.

She was fine.

There was no reason to worry.

Nobody was watching her.

No reason to feel anything besides anything besides a sensational determination to find her key.

Courtney put a hand on her forehead, she could feel her head aching and heart beating slowly.

She continued along the boathouse, keeping an eye out for a metallic reflection signifying the metal key.

As she walked along, she couldn't help but feel like prey a nervous wreck in the crosshairs of a ferocious lion ready to strike at any moment, as soon as she messes up horribly.

That's precisely why the CIT could never mess up. She needs to succeed, first and foremost, by finding her key.

Bingo.

She found the small metal key reflecting light on top of a barrel. The quietness was so apparent the key made a distinct pling as Courtney picked it out.

Courtney exhaled again, turning around; she had to retrace her steps to get out.

She sternly put one foot in front of the other, with the other crashing through the fragile wooden floorboards.

CRACK!

SNAP!

Courtney's world came crumbling down in a flurry of panic. Noise filled the room as Courtney scrambled up from the cracking floorboards.

With perfect timing, the Apparition of Bridgette spawned over her, crying, yelling, and haunting the CIT as she struggled in a constant cracking spiral.

The floorboards felt as if they kept breaking as Courtney tried to scramble out of the gaping hole.

You're struggling, Courtney. It's your fault I'm gone. Don't look away from me.

The overachiever swatted away the apparition. All Courtney needed to do was focus.

Courtney shut her eyes from the loud specter above her, she refused to see those damned dreary pitch black eyes again.

Was she delusional? The hole kept creaking open more and more, dragging the perfectionist in.

What even was the substance that Courtney was falling into? Whatever it was, it was wet and crying, dragging Courtney down into it.

Courtney's heart rate increased as the apparition continued to spat nonsense.

This is your fault, Courtney, but you keep projecting yourself. Don't lose yourself.

Courtney struck her hand back harder, pulling her foot out of the hole.

As soon as she was free from the broken plank's grasp, Courtney reopened her eyes, she made a scrambling, noisy dash for the exit.

The apparition of Bridgette groaned as Courtney crashed over barrels and crates, straight through hanging fish, aimlessly running for the exit door.

The CIT had her key. Her goal was finished, and Bridgette could leave her alone.

She felt the apparition chasing after her as Courtney scoured for the exit door.

Don't leave me here. You did this. Face yourself.

Courtney aimlessly accelerated her pace, knocking over junk she could care less about all over the floor.

The walls shifted, her mind was stinging, and the shed rang sharply.

Despite her reminders of delusion, she could very much feel the presence of Bridgette hunting her down like a rabid beast. Whatever substance Courtney's foot trespassed beneath the floorboards was trailing her as Courtney ran, oozing her foot back, yanking it toward the hole.

She reached for the wall, pleading that the exit door would be present and open.

To her wishes, it mercifully opened, and Courtney burst out along the sinister stench of fish.

The CIT fell out to the ground, sliding face first down fuzzy grass.

She was out, safe and sound, yet couldn't help herself from sobbing into the soft blades of grass.

Courtney rampantly reached into her back pocket, searching them thoroughly for the key. It's what she came for.

She yanked it out of her pockets and brought it straight in front of her, blurring the background out.

Calm down. She forced herself, looking at the key in front of her.

She had what she came for, nothing more, nothing less. Courtney exhaled deeply, staring straight at the key.

Calm down. She reiterated.

Courtney stared at the key more, observing every intricate detail of it: any small scratches, the color, the jagged bit of the key.

She felt her heart rate cool down and she dropped the key to the grass, finally granting herself the chance to gaze off into the distance.

"Quit antagonizing me, man!" A voice called out from the distance, catching Courtney's attention.

Two stalky figures stood in the distance, clashing against each other.

"You're not strong! You're just beefier! That's not being strong, that's having it easy!" Harold yelled back.

"So? I'm the one minding my own business here, trying to survive," Duncan rebutted, "You want me to just give up? Or, even better, bend down to your will?" The cyclops leaned down closed to the dweeb, pointing straight at his heart.

Harold swatted away Duncan's hand. "You're the one who started this whole thing in the first place! You never acknowledged anybody but yourself. You only show concern for others when their faults appear! Our faults!"

"So? This is the wrong place to search for approval, dude." Duncan scoffed, crossing his arms. "You're an egotistical megalomaniac. I don't need to care about you or your buds when our lives are on the line. As much as you boast about your smarts, I'm surprised you can't think about that yourself."

"You seemed to care a lot about Geoff when he died," The dweeb barked, "And Bridgette too-"

"Oh, don't even go there, pal," the cyclops shoved the nerd back. Harold fixed his stance and balanced out. "It's convenient that there's no moral qualms with anything you and your friends do. It's convenient that there's nothing wrong with Geoff getting killed. But as soon as Zeke get's rigged out-"
"Don't talk like that about Zeke!" Harold spat, tugging on Zeke's toque on his head, "He was out unfairly. It's convenient that you benefitted from his death too!"

"Convenience?" Duncan looked dumbfounded. He pointed at his eyepatch. "Bitch, my fucking eye is gone!"

Harold ignored the delinquent. "You're just scared because you know that you're cornered here. You've shown too much disrespect since the beginning and now you're paying the price."

"What's even your goal here, man?" The delinquent pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because you're the one who came over here. If you really believed that, then you wouldn't be beating a dead horse. This is about your ego, eh? You're too proud of yourself, Harold."

"Gosh! Just, Gosh!" Harold flipped around and walked off. "Don't even, man! You're projecting! You're delusional about your hideous attitude!"

"Whatever, man!" Duncan rolled his eyes and scrammed off.

(Confessional: Harold)

The angry nerd crossed his arms, and scowled.

"Duncan's just unfair! He should've been dead days ago! Zeke would still be here if those damn votes weren't rigged!"

He kicked the side of the confessional, weak, but still as hard as he could.

"It's just not fair at all! Duncan has no honor! I have the wit and determination to survive! Duncan's just lucky."

(End Confessional: Harold)

(Confessional: Duncan)

The delinquent leaned against the confessional wall rockstar style.

"Harold's an ego maniac. He's too self absorbed with himself and only talks shit about honor whenever he benefits from it himself. I'm allowed to not care about people, especially when we're in this slaughterhouse hell hole."
The delinquent fixed his posture, putting his hands on his knees.

"But hey, it doesn't mean that I'm an immoral prick, though. I just don't care what happens to Harold. It's a tough game and it's tough luck if dweebo is still pissed about any minor inconvience."

"Sure, I sorta cared about Geoff and Bridgette, but Harold has no right to shit on their graves. If he didn't bring it up, I wouldn't have talked smack about that prairie kid. Harold jolts back and calls out injustice at the first sign of disrespect."

(End Confessional: Duncan)

The camera panned down from the sky back to the ampitheater. Numerous campers had their keys out and ready, while those who didn't remained back in the wooden creaky bleachers.

"Yarr, mateys!" Chris called out from the center of the stage. "We gots a reckoning loot for yar booties to snatch! Rip and tear!"

Gwen scoffed. "Jesus, man. Shut the fuck up. You're a grown ass man."

Chris whined with a smile, pleasured by Gwen's annoyance. "Lemme have my fun! Besides, it's not like you're ever gonna be a 'grown ass man.' See all the fun that you're missing out!" Chris taunted the gothball by hitting a little jig.

"Fuck you, McLean." Gwen muttered, walking up alongside the treasure chests.

"Alright, choose one of the chests wisely, as one of them will grant you immunity," Chris announced.

Inside one of them contained the forsaken immunity idol. Gwen had one chance to get it right. Otherwise the bee swarm she destroyed and unleashed onto LeShawna was all for nothing.

Gwen chose a random chest and tried unlocking it.

It snapped open and inside was a small yellow jar.

The loner groaned, already knowing that she didn't receive immunity, she picked up the jar from her chest nonetheless and read it aloud.

Honey

"Ironic," Gwen muttered, "I destroy a beehive and I get honey as my reward?"

The loner raised a skeptic eyebrow. "These rewards aren't rigged or anything, right?"

"Nope!" Chris smugged, "You each have a small chance to get immunity from one of these random chests! You just got what you fought for! Honey!"

Gwen rolled her eyes, still skeptic, before wandering off the stage.

The delinquent went up on stage next, observing each chest carefully. Duncan walked up to one of the chests, grabbing it to shake it and tell by the noise generated what it withheld.

"Ah, ah!" Chris caught on to the juvie's sneaky antics. "No shaking the chests! I know what you're up to. If you touch a chest at all, you claim it."

"Ugh. Fine." Duncan rolled his eye, his plan was foiled.

The delinquent opened up the chest he selected. Inside a small metal cylinder awaited him.

"A telescope?" Duncan questioned, pulling the telescope out of the chest before looking through it to the distance.

"Arr matey!" Chris nodded, mimicking his crappy pirate accent again. "No pirate be fit without his telescope!"

"Whatever." The 'pirate' stormed off stage with the telescope in his hand, bumping his shoulder into lanky Harold as the nerd walked up stage.

"Gosh. There are so many to choose from." Harold observed, picking the chest at the far right end.

Harold creaked open the wooden chest and inside was a couple of candy bars.

"Wicked! I love chocolate!" Harold eagerly picked the 3 chocolate bars out of his chest before frowning at the label.

"Wait," Harold looked back at Chris, standing proudly at the stage, "were these chocolate bars processed in a factory that manufactures with equipment also used by tree nuts? I'm allergic to almonds."

Chris smiled, shrugging in silence. "I dunno man, but you can test out yourself."

"Huh," Harold looked down at his chocolate bars as he walked down. "Can I have some then?" Heather asked the nerd as he walked down from the stage.

"Well, I mean, I'm not sure…" Harold eyed Heather with suspicion, walking by her as she sat on the wooden bleachers.

"I would like them, please!" Justin kindly asked, giving Harold a sexy smile. "Chocolate is great for my skin, y'know?" Justin gestured to his entire body. "Keeps it milky silky smooth. It's why they call it milk chocolate!"

Harold scratched his red hair. "I mean it's dark chocolate…"

The eye candy yanked the chocolate candy out of the dweeb's weak grasped, chowing on it as he walked back to his seat.

(Confessional: Heather)

The mean chick scoffed.

"Rude!"

(End Confessional: Heather)

Four more people held their key's tightly: Katie, Courtney, Heather, and Alejandro. Each of them eagerly hoped to receive immunity that night, especially the two girls with a mean streak.

Alejandro walked up to the stage, tapping his chin before shoving his key into a keyhole.

Once unlocked, the chest immediately spewed out a barrage of coconuts. The Spaniard jumped back, dodging the seemingly endless flow of fruit.

"Ay!" Al exclaimed. "I assume these coconuts don't represent any tokens of immunity?" He asked the host of the show, all expectations of immunity had left his eyes.

Chris nodded no and gestured for Katie to come up to the stage.

The twiggy girl stood up from her seat in the bleachers.

"Choose the left one," Noah advised right before Katie stepped down, "I just got a good feeling."

Katie nodded. On the stage, she unlocked one of the last three standing chests which stood furthermost on the left.

Inside, a small piece of paper popped into view as Katie unlocked it.

Perhaps this piece of paper represented the token for immunity? The Malaysian girl thought to herself as she read out the paper.

"Say, Katie, what does it read out?" Chris asked.

The sweet girl read the paper aloud. "Get busy living or get busy dying."

Chris snapped his fingers in joy.

"Rivetting motivational quotes, eh?" Noah quipped out from the crowd. "Is the next chest gonna read out 'Harder, better, faster, stronger?'"

"It's good advice, eh." Chris shrugged. "Who wouldn't want to hear speeches by Morgan Freeman?"

(Confessional: Noah)

The bookworm sat in the confessional, crossing his legs with a book in his lap.

"I've read enough books to know that's a quote from Rita Heyworth and the Shawshank Redemption."

Noah held up the aforementioned book.

"OK, to be honest, I mainly remember that quote from the actual movie. But Chris lost all credibility as soon as he mistakened Morgan Freeman for saying that quote instead of Tim Robbins."

(End Confessional: Noah)

"One key left!" Chris smiled to the crowd, watching with excitement. "Who will get immunity? Courtney or Heather? Or did Chef mess up the chests and forget to bring one out that actually has immunity."

Chef rolled his eyes. He already had taken off his pirate hat, done with Chris's roleplay antics.

The two girls looked at each other confidently. A small competitive smirk lit up on their faces.

(Confessional: Katie)

The twiggy girl frowned in the confessional.

"Out of the last two who had the chance to get immunity, why did it have to be Courtney and Heather? The two biggest twits on this island, besides Chris."

(End Confessional: Katie)

Courtney eagerly walked up to the stage, clutching her key close to her chest.

She looked right at one of the chests, and then looked left at the other option.

Inside one of them held immunity for that night. But while she was never sure if she would even receive any votes either way, she could never be too sure.

"G- Get on with it!" Heather called out from the crowd. Her voice was still shaky from her time spent in the freezer.

Courtney listened to the mean chick's advice and settled on the chest to her right.

She hastily unlocked it, crossing her fingers in hope.

Out spewed a pile of marshmallows. Courtney's face instantly lit up with excitement.

"Yes!" Courtney cheered, looking at Duncan with glee as she picked up a bunch of marshmallows.

Heather's jaw dropped. Her chance of winning immunity was gone.

"Sorry, Courtney, but that's just a pile of marshmallows. To win, you need the actually certificate of immunity."

"W- what?!" Courtney stuttered. "That's bullshit! You said it yourself, 'Marshmallows mean life.' Like you're some bullshit philosopher! Aren't you gonna follow your own damn rules?"

"No." Chris replied dryly.

(Confessional: Courtney)

The perfectionist scoffed. "Figures."

"I went through all of that… traumatic experience, only to find a useless heap of crummy sugar junk."

The CIT crossed her arms sassily. "I'd bet that if Heather found the marshmallows first, Chris would've granted her immunity, and he would taunt me by saying that it's just a 'useless piece of paper.'"

"Ugh. If we weren't competing to the death, and it was just a normal Survivor spoof, he totally would've been sued by me around now."

(End Confessional: Courtney)

Heather, now much warmer from spending time in the sunlight, marched up to the stage with an entitled glow in her eyes.

She shakily grabbed her key out of her pocket, whether out of nervous or her cold was unsure of.

She eyed the last chest as Courtney kicked the pile of marshmallows back into her opened chest, disregarding the prize and storming off stage.

Heather inserted her key and unlocked the chest.

Inside was a small piece of paper, just like Chris foretold.

"Congrats." Heather read aloud, her voice getting increasingly grew with excitement. "You have won immunity for this round! All other keys must be seized immediately… yada yada. I won!"

Heather cheered for herself, jumping with joy as many disgruntled campers clapped with no sympathy towards the mean girl.

The camera zoomed in to show LeShawna, Gwen, Noah, and especially Katie upset to see the mean girl winning immunity.

(Confessional: LeShawna)

"Ugh." LeShawna facepalmed.

"That concludes that. I got snapped at by gators and swarmed by bees for nothing."

The sassy girl sighed. "At least we can try voting off one of Harold's enemies instead."

(End Confessional: LeShawna)

The scene switched to a shot of two boys wearing red in the mess hall, sitting next to each other at the mess hall dining table.

"I thought you said you didn't want me to go against my friends," Tyler whined. "What do you mean? Why would I vote with you?"

"Look, Tyler, I understand your resistance, but first and foremost, you owe me for saving your life!" Alejandro sat down next to the jock. "You would have been devoured by those wolves if I hadn't come to your rescue. I wouldn't have rescued you if I didn't feel a certain… kinship."

"OK... I suppose…" Tyler shrugged, "But still, Harold's always been on my side… And I was gonna vote with LeShawna and Gwen."

Alejandro perked up, putting a hand on Tyler's shoulder. "Tyler, I've… heard that you're upset that you're not able to make up for your mistakes. Think of it this way, by helping me out, you're making up for the crimes that you have committed against Geoff and Bridgette."

"Huh…" Tyler scratched the back of his neck. "I've never thought of it that way… I do wanna make up for it, but how 'make up' for my mistakes?"

Alejandro switched to the other side of Tyler, leaning over to whisper into his ear. "I mean, has Harold given you any opportunity to make up for your sins? Or has he been treating you like an extra vote?"

Tyler's eyes went wide. "You mean…"

"Harold doesn't care about how you feel. He doesn't want you to follow your deceased friend's advice." The charmer smirked. "If you work with me, I pledge to listen to your issues and try to help you out. On top of all of this, it'll help you stay alive and make up for your mistakes."

"Wow…" The jock chuckled in amazement, "I… uh… I need to think about this."

"Of course." Alejandro nodded.

"Just remember that you still need to pay back that favor. I saved you after all…"

(Confessional: Alejandro)

The Spaniard snickered.

"Tyler's an idiot. All I have to do is barely pay attention to whatever his problem is. The way he'll 'make up for it?' By helping me survive of course. People are willing to help you out when they are pleased. And I am pleased by Harold's incompetence to advise his ally."

The Charmer put his feet up against the wall and leaned back.

"I already know that Tyler's made up his mind. He will vote with us."

(End Confessional: Alejandro)

(Confessional: Tyler)

The jock put his hands on his head.

"I don't even know what to do man. I mean, it's the right thing to pay back that favor, but Harold's been only my side for the past three weeks. I don't wanna betray the guy…"

The jock sighed.

"You know what? No. Al's right, Harold keeps shutting me down. He doesn't care about how I feel about Geoff and Bridgette. It's convenient for him and he doesn't want to be fair about it."

"Man, I wish that Zeke was still here. It'd be a lot easier to know what's right."

(End Confessional: Tyler)

The scene showed four tough competitors inside Alejandro's private trailer.

"Man, can't we just vote out Harold? Or better yet Tyler? The dweeb's an agitating mess! He keeps going out of his way to try to prove his worth to me or something. It's not the merge anymore and I just… really want him out of here."

Duncan sighed, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet on a small coffee table.

"My apologies, but speaking of Tyler, I have been able to persuade him to vote alongside us. I earned a favor from him and I will try to exploit it from him as much as I possibly can-"

"Ugh." Heather groaned. "If you think Harold's a nuisance, try Noah, whose sarcastic quips will drive you nuts, Katie, who spends her entire time whining about her dead hippo, and Justin, who's too busy masturbating to himself in the mirror every morning. All of those three knuckleheads are against me now, and I haven't even brought up Gwen or LeShawna: the Walking Dead and the Rolling Dead."

"Well, you did that to yourself," the delinquent pointed lazily at the mean chick.

"Says you!" Heather rolled her eyes. "You had a boner for bullying Harold's buds two weeks ago."

"Hey." Alejandro stood up assertively, putting a hand on Heather's shoulder. "Heather has many people who are starnchly against her. Besides, I am the one who convinced Tyler to vote for us."

Duncan stood up. "Well we have a bunch of dweebs against us too, dickhead. We have Harold, Tyler, and even now LeShawna."

"Like I mentioned, Tyler is now under my palm." Alejandro reassured, "I ensure that we should follow Heather's word and vote for one of her adversaries."

Heather nodded enthusiastically.

"Ugh," Courtney spun around in her swivel chair, looking back at the two arguing boys, "Duncan, it's alright, we will just try to get Harold out next time. It's a part of our deal. We can just try to vote out whoever Heather wants today."

(Confessional: Duncan)

The delinquent snapped his fingers.

"Yeah, these other two don't give a shit about us. Look, I really need to look out for myself. If the best I can do is rely on people who aren't gonna vote for the one goddamn nuisance threatening me on this island, then I'm gonna end up dying sooner or later.

(End Confessional: Duncan)

(Confessional: Alejandro)

Prince Charming leaned back in the confessional with a mischievous grin.

"Appeasing Heather is easy… Appeasing Tyler is easy… This game is falling right into my hands."

(End Confessional: Alejandro)

(Confessional: Heather)

The Queen B kicked her legs giddily with excitement. She was on top of the world.

"From being at rock bottom yesterday, expecting to get beheaded, I now have Alejandro bowing down to me, willing to put in the effort to get whoever I want out."

"I'm finally getting a well deserved break. Thanks, Alejandro!"

(End Confessional: Heather)

"Say, look who finally showed up." LeShawna smiled as Gwen walked up to the porch.

Tyler and Harold were also waiting there patiently sitting on two lawn chairs underneath a lantern.

"Well, aren't you enthusiastic for me to be here?" Gwen sarcastically quipped.

"Dang girl. I didn't mean to strike a nerve, yeesh." LeShawna responded, pulling up a lawn chair for Gwen to sit down on.

"Sorry…" Gwen apologized, "I guess I'm just a bit peeved that Heather, out of all people, won immunity today."

"Yeah, that's understandable," Harold nodded, "I can't believe that Chris gave me chocolate with nuts that I'm allergic too as a reward."

"I don't think Chris is too concerned with allergies around here," Tyler responded.

"Figures." The loner quipped.

"Anyways, Gwen, the boys and I were talking earlier on how we should vote off Duncan. He's their biggest threat and he's right there. What do you say?" LeShawna smiled at her longest ally.

"Are you sure?" The emo girl raised an eyebrow. "I mean why not somebody else?"

The three allies blinked.

"What do you mean? Who else?" Harold asked.

"Umm…" Gwen trailed off, "My bad, I was about to suggest Heather instead, but I… literally just forgot that she got immunity." Gwen gave a fake smile, satisfying Harold.

"Oh, alright." Harold raised an eyebrow. "We're settling on Duncan, capische?"

Gwen nodded silently.

"I'm… totally cool with that." Tyler nodded.

(Confessional: Tyler)

The jock played around with a tennis ball in the small outhouse.

"Man. It's tough lying to my peeps like that. Especially Harold, I mean, he hasn't really done anything wrong… right? Or at least he hasn't tried to betray me…"
Tyler sat up straight, grabbing the tennis ball firmly.

"But Alejandro saved me and I gave his word. If I wanna follow Zeke's footsteps and do right, I have to follow up on deals I make first. Especially if those deals keep me living. Literally!"

The jock raised his hands, dropping the tennis ball on accident and letting it plunge into the sewage.

"Ah shit…" Tyler muttered under his breath.

(End Confessional: Tyler)

Just as the four agreed on their target for the night, a twiggy figure showed up right outside of the porch.

"Hello?" Katie asked timidly, the four turned their heads to face down the porch at Katie.

"Hello Katie." Tyler greeted. "What's up?"

"So, uh, my alliance is thinking of voting for Alejandro tonight. To put it simply, Alejandro's not what he seems. Justin's familiar with people like him. He's a slippery scoundrel and a huge threat to us all. I mean, why is it even fair that someone like him should get a pass through halfway through the game?"

The four looked at each other.

"Look, Katie," Harold declined politely, "I'm personally a bit skeptical of Al, and we appreciate your offer, but-"

"Katie, honey, we are simply not voting for Alejandro." LeShawna reprimanded the sweet girl.

"First off, he's done nothing incriminating yet. Secondly, we're not gonna ever work with the likes of you." LeShawna pointed straight down at the tan girl.

Katie stepped back, furrowing her brows.

"LeShawna, don't be so antagonistic-" Gwen spoke up.

"Nope! You fools have tried messing with us one too many times. We're not gonna work with you. Ever." LeShawna crossed her arms, shooing away the lonely BFFFL.

"P- please, just think it through," Katie asked, "I mean, seriously, Alejandro is a huge threat-"

"Ooh, that's just the thing, is it?" LeShawna squinted at the sweet girl. "Heather's new ally is a threat to you and your group of clowns. Not us, honey."

Gwen stood up from her seat, putting her hands out in reassurance. "LeShawna, seriously, we should actually-"

"Bye, Katie." The ghetto girl sat back down in her lawn chair, leaning back.

Gwen shut up and sat down in her chair too.

Katie walked away, disappointed with her results.

As soon as the sweet girl was gone, the loner spoke up.

"LeShawna! Dude! What the hell? You shouldn't just shoo Katie off like that! We could've voted off Alejandro instead!"

LeShawna waved her hand at Gwen. The jock spoke up. "No way! Al's pretty neat. He… even helped me with my challenge today!"

The dweeb raised an eyebrow. "What? Why haven't you mentioned this today?"

Tyler scratched the back of his head. "Umm… I mean, I was kinda shook up from the whole being chased by wolves thing. It's fine, though, he just helped me up when those wolves were chasing me."

Harold raised an unsure eyebrow. "OK, just know that you don't owe Alejandro anything for that. You're still voting with us."

The clumsy sporto nodded shakily sitting back down with a thud.

"Anyways," Harold continued, "we should still vote for Duncan. Even though… I don't have any reason to like Alejandro, Duncan's been a threat against us the entire game.

He's even evaded an elimination last time! Talk about deserving to be here, compared to Alejandro, Duncan should've been eliminated a while ago."

"Still," the goth coughed, "My main point was that LeShawna shouldn't just antagonize Katie out of nowhere. We could even potentially work with her if we look past her history."

"It's fine, Gwen. I'm still focused on survival or whatever. I just can't imagine working with the damn girl who got Beth killed in cold blood."

"Didn't you blankly admit that it was you who threw Beth under the bus?"

The sassy girl pursed her lips, "I mean, I suppose I did… but it's Katie's fault for leading Beth to her demise."

Gwen gave an agitated look at LeShawna, who squinted right back at her.

(Confessional: LeShawna)

The Black girl sassily rolled her eyes in the confessional.

"Man, Gwen told me herself to know who my friends and enemies are. I'm focused on surviving longer than my enemies and escaping. That means that I don't wanna work with Heather's ex-goons, it helps out the wrong people."

"Gwen barely participates in our alliance meetings and thinks that she knows better? I don't think so. I see her being skeptic to vote off Duncan. I dunno if it's a crush or something, but I'm not stupid."

(End Confessional: LeShawna)

(Confessional: Gwen)

"Ugh." The loner groaned.

"Why can't LeShawna just accept an opportunity to vote out Heather's fuck buddy? She's too hyper focused on grudges to get anything done. So what if Katie's annoying and used to vote with Heather? I still find her annoying, but that doesn't mean we should straight up antagonize her!"

The emo girl crossed her arms and looked down at the floorboards.

"I don't even want to vote off Duncan, honestly. I'm not even much of a fan with working with Harold and Tyler. It's more of LeShawna's plan, but I suppose I'll stay on board as long as it benefits me."

Gwen punched her fists together.

"I'm not going down until I'm out."

(End Confessional: Gwen)

The eleven campers walked to the familiar camping setting. A bright campfire kindled in the center of the crowd.

The competitors each sat down and looked around. It had been a while since they had last seen the area.

Alejandro observed the area. He looked far down to his right, nodding at Duncan and Courtney. He turned his gaze left and then nodded at Tyler, who smiled softly back. The dweeb noticed this gesture and nudged Tyler in the side.

Lastly, he turned directly to his right where Heather was smiling with an ecstatic grin.

"Campers! It's been a while, eh? I'm almost feeling sentimental! A well deserved break followed by an uneasy execution will do the trick, am I right?"

"I suppose." Justin blankly responded.

The host picked up a tray of ten marshmallows and smiled at the eye candy.

"Well, I wouldn't be so sure!" Chris smirked arrogantly, "Only the top ten strongest players will be leaving this ceremony! So hold your horses!"

"Chef!" Chris called out. The Black cook came over with a welding mask, a notable metal backpack and a large flamethrower - the daily execution method - readied up.

The group of eleven campers had their eyes wide and awakened.

"So, Heather, would you like your marshmallows toasted?"

Gwen shivered in her seat, not from any freezing temperatures, but from pure fear alone. "Uh… no?"

"Well good thing you won immmunity today!" Chris tossed a marshmallow towards Heather's direction. She clumsily caught it and gulped it down.

"I'd uh, recommend you to stay in the safe zone today," Chris suggested, "like seriously, we can't have a show if you all are fried up."

The mean girl stood up from her stool patted Alejandro's shoulder with a smile and scurried over to the marked safe zone.

"Harold! You're 100% safe too!" Chris tossed a marshmallow his way.

"Huh. Neat." Harold smirked as he caught the treat and walked over to the safe zone. "This is much less tense than when I'm usually here," Harold nodded his head at Duncan, "Usually, I always have someone nagging on my back."

The cyclops rolled his eyes as Heather nodded with agreement.

"Gwen and Courtney, you two gal pals are safe. Eat up!" Chris tossed two marshmallows at the duo. Gwen and Courtney gave each other a fist bump before walking off.

"At least I'm not gonna get killed after winning all of those marshmallows in that challenge!" Courtney scoffed.

"Jeez, you've made your point about them already," Noah scoffed, "It was a luck based prize, get over yourself."

"Oh, don't even, you didn't even try today, Noah," the CIT pointed at the bookworm. "You were too busy helping Katie."

"Hey, it was luck based, like I said. I didn't choose to try to fight a bear, so I didn't even bother going there," the bookworm rolled his eyes. "I'm not trying to follow Trent's footsteps."

"Noah, lemme get this thing done with, 'kay?" Chris nodded, tossing a tasty treat to Katie.

"Katie, you're safe today." Chris flung a gooey marshmallow over to Katie's direction. The BFFFL caught it with her hands and scattered over to the safe zone.

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"Tyler, you're safe as well." The sporto sighed and winced as the marshmallow bounced off of his face. "Woohoo!" He exclaimed as he ran to the safe zone by his alliance of four.

"So it's down to one of the four dudes!" Chris smiled, gesturing his hand to the three marshmallows on his plate. "We're guaranteed to lose some testosterone today! Unless it's Noah, I suppose."

The slacker grumbled.

"Duncan, Justin, Noah, or Alejandro, Which one of you is going to meet your maker?" Chris looked at the trembling squad.

The heat was now on. The four boys eyed each other with uneasiness. Chef was trigger-happy to say the least with his flamethrower.

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The delinquent exhaled deeply, satisfied with not being turned to char before scurrying over to the safe area.

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"Alejandro! You're still in the game! Get your spicy Spanish ass out of here!" The charmer, too nerve wrecked by the tension to even pay attention to Chris' racist comment, exhauled a sigh of relief before going over to the safe zone right beside Heather.

"Thank God, I thought you were toast for a second," Heather whispered to the Spaniard.

"Chica, I never would have thought you cared that much about me." Alejandro smirked at the mean girl, who rolled her eyes in response.

"Please, it's the bare minimum for all that you've done for me," Heather smiled appreciatively and blew a kiss toward's Al's direction.

The Spaniard blushed before looking back at the last two sweaty campers.

Noah and Justin.

The two boys had been allies for their entire tenure on the island. They had gone through numerous schemes together. And as much they knew they didn't want to get burned alive by Chef's flamethrower, they were deeply hurt knowing that even if they did survive, they'd be losing a long term ally.

"It's, um, it was really nice working with you, Justin…" Noah mumbled under his sweaty breath.

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"...Justin! End of the line for ya, buddy!" Chris tossed a marshmallow towards Noah's direction, flying far over the know it all's head.

Noah collapsed to the ground, exhaling a huge sigh of relief.

Justin gulped nervously, shitting his pants.

The bookworm stood up, took his marshmallow and marched to the safe zone, all while calling out, "Seriously! Why Justin out of everybody! He's not a threat to anybody! I thought I had ran my mouth out one too many times!"

"Would you… really want to vote out someone this sexy?" Justin peeped nervously.

"That's the thing," Duncan responded flatly, "Your group is too nonthreatening. Nobody here want's to get outvoted by the three of you. And besides, Justin's the strongest out of you three."

"And the least pleasant to be around, you sorry sack of shit," Heather spat smirking at the mortified model.

The CIT nudged the mean girl in the side, telling her to shut up.

Noah sighed as he stepped deeper into the safe zone.

"If anything, I'm so glad it's not you," Katie whispered into the bookworm's ear.

"I'm so so sorry to see you go, Justin! You were a great ally and a friend!" Katie called out. Noah nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, thanks man!" Noah nodded, "We will miss you!"

The model nodded silently before facing against flamethrower.

Chef gave a cheeky grin as he began clicking the flamethrower.

"This is gonna be fire!" Chris teased in anticipation.

"Ah, shit, this is gonna mess up my hair a bit isn't it?" Justin sighed, pissing himself.

"Not just a bit…" Chris foreshadowed. Chef put down his welding mask and aimed it at the ready. "This is gonna be even worse for your skin…"

Justin's eyes popped out as a flurry of flames engulfed his body in an instant.

Everybody away at the safe zone, diverted their eyes in sympathy, disgusted by the painful demise Justin faced.

Flames spewed out at collateral shrubs and grass as Chef kept his aim right on Justin.

The pretty boy felt things heating up as he screamed and ran around, flailing with flames over his body. The melting eye candy tried brushing off the fire from his sizzle arms, but couldn't with the constant flow of fire.

He went down just as he was: hot.

"Toasty!" Chris teased as Justin's voicebox gave up screaming.

Ten or so seconds later, Justin stopped flailing and collapsed instantly to the ground.

The flamethrower was out of gas and stopped spewing out flames. The interns instantly came on scene with hoses to put out small collateral fires remaining on shrubs and grass surrounding the area.

The camera flashed a red tinted image of Justin's charred body. His melted face screamed out cries of agony. His sizzled skin was meshed with his clothing. He was an indistinguishable mess of black char and bone. Small embers emitted tiny sparks and flames from his deceased body.

Tyler gagged on the spot, while Alejandro fully threw up, his weak stomach being unable to bear seeing a teenager fried up.

"That's it for today. You all are dismissed." Chris nodded.

The final ten remaining campers dispersed as more interns with hoses came to wash out the fires.

Katie and Noah stood back a few seconds longer before ultimately returning to their cabins.

The scene cut to Noah and Katie, now on their own in the boys side of the cabin. Justin was gone and their squad of four had been reduced down to a dynamic duo.

"Ugh…" Noah stressed out his hair. "For the first time on this friggin island, I have no idea how I'm gonna tackle this whole thing…"

Katie sighed and leaned back into the bed. "I guess we will have to wait and see. But I know you: you'll come up with a witty plan and survive."

"I don't even know if I want too anymore…" Noah groaned.

The sweet girl stayed silent as the Indian bookworm exasperated.

In a burst of energy, Noah picked up one of his books - Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption - and pitched it straight at the cabin wall.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

The book struck straight against the cabin and recoiled back onto the ground. A small dent appeared where Noah threw it at.

"Ugh!" The slacker groaned.

Katie sat up and looked at where Noah threw.

"Damn. You really don't know what to do, eh?"

Noah yanked his hair, sitting down back next to her.

"No. I don't. And Al has fucked everything up by killing of Justin. We can't convince anybody, especially with LeShawna eliminating us from being able to work with anybody in her little troupe."

Noah lay back in the blanket.

"The best the two of us can do is lie under the radar for a while… Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!" The Indian slapped his forehead.

"I got too comfortable. I didn't think he'd do something like this! Justin's a goddamn idiot for getting himself killed! He'd still be alive if he didn't tattle his stupid plan to vote off Alejandro like a goddamn villain monologue!"

"OK, hey, calm down, Noah," Katie reassured the bookworm. "You're still alive, that's what matters the most, right?"

Noah exhaled. "Yes, yes, of course. And I'm… glad you're still alive too."
"If anything," The Malaysian girl reassured, "I'm thankful that we're lucky enough that we're both still alive."

The Indian boy nodded. "Definitely. I just… wish we weren't stuck between a rock and a hard place."

(Confessional: Noah)

The bookworm sat against the confessional wall.

"This is bad… I just have to hope that nobody will band together again and vote out either Katie or me. More importantly, me. But considering they've been willing to do that today, I'd say I'm in some deep shit."

Noah crossed his arms.

"Man, I miss Justin more than I thought I would. He may have been dumb, but he was quirky and kinda funny. But hey, I'd rather keep myself alive than anyone else here on this island."
"Not that I want Katie dead… I'm really greatful she's still on my side."

(End Confessional: Noah)

Courtney and Gwen sat next to each other on the porch of one of the cabins.

"Okay, a couple of strong members have come together for a short truce." Courtney debriefed.

"Essentially, if we continue constantly fighting each other, Noah's trifecta will remain to outvote us." The CIT sat formally and politely. "Sure, they aren't strong by any means, but do they really deserve to stay this long?"

Gwen shrugged. "Ah, fuckit. If everybody else is gonna vote 'em, I might as well. LeShawna's been acting like a pain in the ass anyways for these past couple of days."

"Huh," Courtney scoffed, "Wanna elaborate?"

"No, no," the loner shook her head. "I'm not much of a talker. I'll vote for… who again?"

"Justin." Courtney nodded.

"Really?" Gwen scrunched her face up. "I mean, he's practically autistic. Why not Noah?"
Courtney shrugged. "Alejandro insisted it. I guess he can't handle the threat of another pretty guy."

The goth snickered. "Sure, alright. He's got my vote. Um. You're not gonna vote for me are you?"

The perfectionist raised her eyebrow. "I already told you I'm voting for Justin."

"I mean like, ever." Gwen repeated.

"Eventually, I guess. But not anytime soon if you're wondering. I'll respect your space as long as you respect mine and Duncan's."

Gwen nodded. "Of course. In fact, my alliance is planning to vote out Duncan. If what you say is true, the only consequence is that you will lose Duncan."
"Damn. That's… I appreciate the honesty, but it's cold." Courtney stuttered.
Gwen shrugged. "I don't mind. I just wanna stay alive. I'll work with whoever as long as my heart keeps pumping."

The two smiled as the camera turned to static and the episode ended.

Voting Confessionals:

Gwen: "Eh. I kinda feel bad going against my alliance, but if LeShawna is gonna keep severing the ties between alliances by screeching at whatever potential deal comes our way… Ugh… Justin…"

Alejandro: "Adios, Justin. I knock out a beefy, strong threat, and I appease Heather. And now I have Tyler as a vote tool too. This game is folding right into my hands."

Heather: "Buh-bye, Justin! You gone is another narcissistic waste of space gone. It's crazy how much you've been able to stay alive through dumb luck alone. But I'm not ever forgetting that you stole my head Chef position. Fucking prick."

Noah: "Ugh. I better hope that some people still vote for Alejandro out of dumb luck. It's probably going to be a three way split, if I'd have to guess. Likely between someone in the other three groups. It's up in the air really."

Katie: "Alejandro. Your charms don't work on me. I got Noah instead."

Justin: "Alejandro! Your charms don't work on me! I got my biceps instead! Mwah!"

Courtney: "Justin… I don't know much about you, but you seem pretty dumb. Ugh. It's too bad that Alejandro is sucking up to Heather so much. He better follow up on his word and get Harold out."

Duncan: "Justin. Get out of here, pretty boy. We better vote out Harold next. Al promised it."

LeShawna: "Duncan. Cocky ass white boy's messed with the wrong guy. If Katie's group knows what's good for her, she'd vote off that delinquent too. But still, four votes against him is likely."

Harold: "Ergh… Duncan… Disrespectful piece of crap. You should've been dead a while ago. Zeke would still have been here. I've done nothing to deserve this, especially when luck finally falls into my favor."

Tyler: "Time to pay back that favor… I vote Justin. And I guess I'll vote alongside Alejandro until he helps me fix my mistakes. I'm really sorry, Harold, but, man, you're not really good at helping people out."

Justin: (6 Votes): (Alejandro, Heather, Duncan, Courtney, Tyler, Gwen)

Alejandro: (3 Votes): (Justin, Noah, Katie)

Duncan: (2 Votes): (LeShawna, Harold)

Boys: Alejandro, Duncan, Harold, Tyler, Noah

Girls: Courtney, Katie, Heather, Gwen, LeShawna

24: Owen

23: Izzy

22: DJ

21: Lindsay

20: Trent

19: Eva

18: Cody

17: Beth

16: Sadie

15: Geoff

14: Bridgette

13: Ezekiel

12: Sierra

11: Justin

Final Words: "Ah, shit, this is gonna mess up my hair a bit isn't it?"

Why was Justin eliminated?

Justin was an interesting character for me to write. As funny as I made him, that was not the original intent. He was supposed to be more akin to his role in Despair Island: sleazy and scheming, but with the amount of more interesting plots and themes going on… I didn't have much use for him in the actual story. So… I made him funny.

Honestly, a part of me regrets doing it since it takes down the seriousness of this death heavy story, but at least it's doing something with a character meant to be filler. I kept him around longer than really waranted, A: To be the first victim of Alejandro, and B: I don't need more plot heavy characters around for this long. It was nice while it lasted, but see this sign of no more funny business. The story's gonna go down a darker route.

This elimination is kinda predictable in hindsight, but I hope you enjoyed the model's tenure.

Anywho, that'll do for now. It's taking a whole damn month to produce these chapters now. Life just gets busier and busier and I have less time to write. I still hope you all are enjoying though. I hope the pace will fasten up as I get closer to the final stretch.

Remember to please give a review! They are very appreciated and I take time to respond to them!

Question for this chapter is what do you think of my writing for Katie, LeShawna, and Duncan? Those 3 are the ones I'm having the most trouble writing. Don't worry, it doesn't mean they're getting eliminated any time soon… but it doesn't mean they're safe either… hehe...

That's all, see ya next time!

-Lapizite