“30 minutes… 30 minutes until we
are hunted by people we used to call friends.”
“I’m not going to let them touch you. I promise, we will be fine. All I
have to do is figure out a way to get us a signal.” Tom said. The damp earth
made him shiver. Tom fiddled with the old HAM radio he was able to steal. “If
only I could just get this piece of shit to work!”
“Stop it! That’s our only way out of here! We are stuck on an island, with
people hunting us like foxes, and you are trying to break the only thing that
can get us help!” Sarah sleep deprived and frightened snatched the radio from
Tom.
Sarah and Tom used to be a part of an exclusive organization, ENAHA.
Exotic North American Hunters Association, it was a club to hunt the most
dangerous and exotic game possible. The Association, while being a legitimate
organization, had members that partook in barbarous acts. The hunting of human
beings. Tom had come across this information as he was hunting with one of the
members. Unfortunately for Tom, Sarah
was an upstanding human being.
“Hey.” Tom nudges Sarah awake. “Hey wake up, I think I got the radio
working!” Faintly audible voices are heard coming from the dusty radio.
“Oh my god! There are! Talk to
them! Tell them we are in trouble!” Sarah exclaimed.
“This is Tom and Sarah Cransty, we have been kidnapped and brought to an
island unknown to us. We are on the South part of the island, if anyone is out
there please help us.” Tom and Sarah both stared at the little old radio hoping
for some kind of response. Ten minutes go by and only static has been heard
from the radio.
“Maybe we should try to get some more sleep in. What if they found us?”
“Ok, let’s take shifts though, someone should be on the radio at all
times.” Tom said exasperated……
“Aaaeeeeiiigh!!!!!” Tom, awakened by the shrill of his wife stands up
immediately ready to protect his mate.
“Sarah! Where are you?! SARAH!”
“I’m right here, it was just a bird that startled me.”
“ Jesus Christ Sarah, you scared the living shit out of me. You can’t
scream like that with people looking for us. I don’t know why this is even
happening. We used to be FRIENDS. I was supposed to be Marlow’s Godfather for
Christ’s sake!” Tom said.
“FINE, OKAY FINE YOU WANT
TO KNOW WHY WELL HERE IT IS!I… I found out that they were hunting. Hunting
PEOPLE TOM! They were hunting real people. They kidnapped them brought them to
an island and hunted them like boar. I told them that they had to stop or I
would go to the feds. All those missing people, all those headlines in the
paper. It’s been the association, well some of them. This is them shutting us
up. And it’s my fault.” Sarah, out of breath sunk down and started to sob.
“You knew… You knew why we are being hunted? You didn’t tell me? You… you.
Not only did you know why we are running for our lives from a pack of
cannibals. But you CAUSED this!?!!!” Tom started to yell “You didn’t think that
this was something I should know about? Maybe I wanted to know that I was being
tracked by some of the worlds best hunters. Do you think this is some kind of
book Sarah? You think we are in a movie!? We aren’t going to get out of here
alive. This isn’t Rambo, this isn’t some fairy tale. We are going to die, in
grime covered dirty clothes, on an island. And nobody even knows we are here.”
Tom writhing with anger turns away and starts to walk away from Sarah.
“Where are you going!? TOM!” Sarah screamed in desperation.
“I’m leaving. If you want to keep secrets, so can I.” Tom walked off into
the woods.
“TOM!” Sarah paused.
“TOOOOOM!!!!” Sarah curled up into a ball at the base of the tree,
sobbing.
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