Ray's arm fell limp at his side as he stood silent, exhaling sharply. The bottle smashed into Hansel's cheekbone, shattering on impact and sending him to the ground. The girl fumbled with her bag on the ground, trying to light some kind of firework. Off to the side, behind his bench, Ray stood tall ...

Ray kept low and stayed as quiet as possible as he skulked through the structures scattered around the playground, hoping that whoever came to investigate the broken bottle would think better of it and leave before they saw him. He stopped behind an aged wooden bench on the far side of the quad and ...

[Ray Gilbert, debut.] Ray grimaced as he clumsily wrapped the bandage around the festering wound. It was a large, bloody gash that spread across his right forearm, set amongst a multitude of other injuries- mostly minor scrapes and bruises- he had accrued travelling across the island that only a few...

[font=timesnewroman] [Zoe Leverett, continued from Walk Among the Cobras, Pt. 1 ] [/font] Not a single person was escaping this island before the end . Zoe repeated the words in her head over and over, like a mantra, as she clambered over the waist-high fence and trudged through the overgrown back y...

Zoe spent the next few hours eager to leave. Trying to hold the school building remained an exercise in futility and pointlessness. It was too large to defend with four people, let-alone two, and there was nothing of worth to be found in the dark, musty corridors or the wilted saccharine classrooms....

Et voila , echoed the dark reprise. Zoe had lost her control of the situation. For all her bluster, for all her self-righteous posturing and the self-justification of survival and her internal unwillingness to die for anyone else's crusade, it had taken less than a minute for the first smooth-talki...

There was no verbal response from the figure in the hallway, but Zoe could hear a rhythmic crescendo of footsteps as someone approached. Her hands balled themselves into fists around the grip of her machete as she sunk into the corner, exhaling sharply as she waited for the violent reprise. They wer...

"Good idea," Zoe hastily replied as she glanced over the decrepit shelves for anything else they could use. "Everyone will scatter once the danger zones hit. We can follow the tracks they leave and pick off any stragglers. Some of them should still have good gear." The lies are p...

Zoe knelt on the gungy floor of the storage closet with her knees apart, gracelessly cutting into the vacuum-sealed polythene wrapping with her machete. With no idea whether Joachim was still in the building- for all intents and purposes their alliance had ended once she had left the forest- she was...

Not a single person was escaping this island before the end. The words echoed in the broken girl's mind as she waded through the thick mud, clutching at the red wine stain that was slowly blossoming from the jagged hole in her sweater. It had been a coward's crusade. Her plan had always been to dis...

For once in his life, he succeeded. The blade slashed across the girl's face, cutting a small, but noticeable gash down her cheek. The girl reached out for her bleeding face, speechless. The trap was sprung; Ray's determination to believe that his attitude to death was merely indifference, nothing b...

A piercing wail penetrated Ray's ears as the burst of rounds perforated the side wall. His eyes stung and he momentarily lost his balance, forcing him to steady himself against the side wall with his still-bleeding bad arm. He felt a jolt of pain in his good hand, and came to the conclusion that he ...

Ray ducked his head down with some effort, staving off exhaustion and the strain on his aching muscles with the sheer-minded determination to live for a few more hours. He tried to keep as low and quiet as possible as he made his way down the hallways in search of his target, though in truth he was ...

Ray paused for breath, pressing his good hand up against the bumpy, yellowing whitewashed wall and struggling with all of his strength to keep his eyes open for just a few more moments. Atrophy was the word he would use to describe his condition; Ray could feel himself lessen, waste away with every ...

[Ray Gilbert, continued from Ain't No Reprievement Gonna Be Found Otherwise .] Ray barged the front door of the hospital open with his good shoulder and stormed into the building, yelling and cursing as he clutched at the ragged bandages on his arm, trying to stem the bleeding before he passed out. ...