Page 119 of The Darkest Hour

“The shelter?” I scowled. “We have to keep following the footprints.”

He stared at me like I was crazy. “Why?”

“Because there is a killer on the island.”

Havoc laughed. “Actually, three killers if you count us.”

“Havoc, this man is hunting kids—”

“It could be him, or he might just be the keeper of this place for other wealthy people to come and hunt.”

“What the fuck?”

Havoc sat up. “This is the sort of stuff that goes on at these remote islands. First, we should head back and—”

“I’m not heading back to the shelter—”

“Yes, you are—”

“You act like it is our home—”

“It is our home for now until we come up with a plan—”

“I said the plan.” I stood up and pointed north. “We follow the footprints—”

“And the death that rests there too?”

“Are you scared?”

“I am not at my strongest. I still need more food and rest—”

“We can beat him—”

“And what if there are others?” He pointed to the bullet. “And what if they have more weapons.”

“Can you smell them?”

“Unfortunately, I can smell a lot of shit on this damn island.”

“Then, see if you can smell more guns.”

“If I could separate every damn smell that suffocates me all the time, I would. I’ve spent my life ignoring 90% of smells daily, just to not lose my head and now you want me to lower those carefully placed walls to see if a maniac child killer has more than one gun?”

“Yes.”

He sneered. “I don’t have to do that. I guarantee you that he has more guns.”

I shrugged. “We could still beat him.”

“Due to our healthy diet of coconut water and berries?” He got off the ground and gestured to my breakfast. “You should eat. Then, perhaps you will have a more logical—”

“After I eat, I’m heading north, to see where those prints lead. Maybe it’ll give me answers—maybe even a way off this island.”

Havoc crossed his arms over his chest. “You clearly enjoyed my hunting you down.”

I blushed. “What?”

“You loved it.”

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