“Don’t stop playing with your microphone and only whisper.”
Her face fills with concern but she nods gently.
I let out a loud sigh before continuing to whisper. “They’re killing us.”
Luna’s spine straightens in an instant, but she has the good sense not to look in my direction as I continue.
“Landon and I found Andrew’s severed head in the woods. Cora somehow left her bunny behind. She wouldn’t do that. Now Bella? I don’t even want to think about what’s happening to Connor right now.”
A heaviness settles between us as Luna’s eyes go wide. I can see her mind racing, and our steps slow. Luna doesn’t speak for several seconds before whispering.
“Wait… what do you mean?” she asks as her eyes meet mine, full of fear. She glances from side to side. “Are you sure?”
“Am I sure that it was Andrew’s head? That Bella’s rope didn’t magically snap apart on its own? Yeah, Luna. I’m very sure.”
“We have to tell someone,” she whispers. “We have to get out of here.”
“And go where?” I ask.
“I don’t know, but… we can’t just sit around and wait to be hunted like fucking animals,” she says, just above a whisper.
I shoot her a nervous look and she softens her voice. “What are we supposed to do?”
I take a deep breath and shake my head. “I don’t know. All I know is that to stay alive, we have to stay in the game. No matter what it takes. Then… I don’t know.”
Luna is quiet for a moment. Our steps carry us further and further from the house until she pauses in the sand. I hear theboys slow behind us and turn to see Shane wearing a mirrored look of shock. Looks like Landon caught him up as well. Now all we have to figure out is how to make it off this island alive.
When we get back to the house, Landon and I don’t speak a word. Both of us walk straight into the bathroom, turn on the shower and get undressed before climbing in. The instant that door closes, and the only level of privacy we’re able to have is gifted, I fall apart. Landon’s arms wrap around me, and I begin to lose it into his chest.
“Shhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
His soothing words only make me cry harder. Sobs rack my entire body as I gasp desperately for air.
“I want… Lily. I want… home,” I babble incoherently.
“I know, baby. We’re going to get you to her. We’re going to make it home,” Landon reassures me.
I sink into his embrace, forcing myself as close as humanly possible. He’s the only comfort I feel, the only glimmer of hope I’m able to hold on to.
They’re all dead. I know it. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I know the truth.
Kiera.
Dallas.
Kenzie.
Calvin.
Cora.
Andrew.
Bella.
I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already killed Connor.
Who the fuck is next? More importantly, how the hell will any of us come out the other side?
