expert hunter eh? The movies always do. And they always have a gorgeous babe. What happened to our babe, that’s what I want to know? I mean the world might be ending and all but really. I’m a young guy and I’m marooned here with a dysfunctional group with no babes. It’s not fair.

Not to mention the fact that we have a killer among us.

Ah, that got your attention. Well we do, at least that’s what I believe, though the others aren’t convinced. There were sixteen of us yesterday and today we are fifteen. This morning we found Karen Dooley dead on her watch. She was a waste of space, and she certainly did take up an awful lot of space at two hundred pounds weight. Nobody had liked her.

She was rude, had absolutely no social skills and worst of all ate three times the amount that everyone else did. This, of course with our lack of food and supplies, caused quite a bit of resentment, especially as she refused to do any work for the food she ate. She had only agreed to take a watch at all because everyone banded together and refused her any more food if she didn’t take her turn. She also spent her day casting sarcastic comments at the rest of us, I’m sure there was a deep routed anxiety or inferiority complex at the root of this but it was hard to take. We had enough stress as it was. However, bad as she was, she didn’t deserve to die. Hadn’t there been enough killing?

I had found her this morning and I just couldn’t get the look frozen on her face out of my mind. There wasn’t a mark on her, none that I could find anyway, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

She had taken up station over at a large rock that we used for the watches. The rock was part of an outcropping about a hundred yards from where we slept and afforded a great view of the water and the rest of the island. A small path led up to the area but ended somewhat abruptly about twenty yards before the start of the rocks, as if someone in time gone by had run out of time or interest. The area immediately surrounding the rocks was covered in sparse copse grass now yellowed and brown under the sun’s relentless glare. The dirt around the rock was hard and cracked where the heat had sucked out any moisture that might have tried to hide.