Hmmm... It appears that we have more visitors. Ernest sighed as he looked out the window. Two kids he'd never met before were stumbling around, calling for eachother, and one appeared to be talking to himself. Well, at least Ernest wouldn't be the only crazy in the quickly enlarging group. Actually...

"Hello! May I come in? It darkens, I do not want be alone with the ....monkeys? No...sorry, my English is not good. With the...other team!" Ernest smiled a little. This was the russian exhange student. The voice did sound familiar, and was now confirmed by the face. Interestingly enough, ...

Damn it! Ernest frowned at the response. Without a cell phone his plan couldn't work. Even then, it would have to be a functioning cell phone, and it assumed that the island had cell service, which was likely, but not necessarily true.  All they needed was a bloody cell phone, and they could be off...

"You can say that again. 'Hell' is the perfect word to describe it, the in-flight movie was bad and the water tasted horrible." Ernest smiled a little at that. Black humour was really needed in this sort of situation. You just had to be normal and ignore the sheer brutality of SOTF, other...

"Decarteret. How're things?" Ernest smiled a little. The feeble attempt at humor was a wonderful concession, given the circumstances. After all, Ernest could be lying on the ground, dying right about now. "Hanging in there, I suppose." That was more true than Ernest would like t...

"Come in!" Ernest opened the door to find a Glock pointed in his face. There are definately many things that Ernest would have prefered to open a door to. This was the second time today he had a gun pointed at him, by a member of his advisory no less. But Ernest noticed a curious effect. ...

{Continued from Rebirth } Ernest was feeling a little ethereal lately. It was probably time to take his insipid little pill. He'd been walking back from the shore where he'd been held at gunpoint by somone who may have known who he was. It wasn't certain, but the odds were pretty good. That was the ...

Sylvea was more than a little startled, both by her own actions and Garry's apparent bloodlust. It also left her in an awkward place... She was alone, essentially without anywhere to turn to. She didn't know who was on the island, but apparently it included other schools than hers.  It meant that it...

Sylvea glanced at Garry, he seemed to trust the kid who attacked them... Which seems pretty damn stupid... He's only given us evidence of hostile intentions... Granted the kid on the ground seemed to be unarmed, and was at least pretending to be repenetent. But Sylvea  still didn't trust him. There ...

... It just happened so fast. Some crazy-ass bastard jumped out of the brush pile and attacked Garry. Sylvea had no time to react before her newfound friend had the invader on the ground and was threatening him. Apparently, violence ran in the family. Or at least a very strong survival instinct. The...

Sylvea smiled a little. The guy, Garry, didn't appear psychotic. Neurotic, definately. Psychotic, no. He was favoring one of his legs a little, and he was about a foot taller than her, but somehow, he didn't really come off as intimidating. He came off shocked, nervous, and a little rumpled. Garry k...

<<Start Sylvea Hill: G99>> A tear dropped into the dirt. It made many single-celled organisms very happy, but for Sylvea Hill, the proverbial shit had hit the fan. it had hit it big time. She was on Survival of the Fittest. Twelve people were already dead. She'd been crying pretty much all yesterday...

Gregory was sitting on some else's bed ,crying. He'd never met the person, but the bed was a small ammount of comfort, and for that, he thanked them. The Nazi's had got him and his school and they'd put him on the fucking island, making them all fucking psychos, and they're all going to fucking kill...

There was a bright light and then it all began to fade into focus.  His eyelids blinked a few times, and then Ernest got up.  He still had his sunglasses, thank god.   He padded himself down to see what he had on him. Then he started to panic. His medication bottle was all over the ground. Four pill...

As the silence grew deeper, Ernest began to have doubts. In all honesty, he was taking far too large a risk by just standing here. The boy with the shotgun, Jonathan, maybe,  seemed wrapped up in the blonde girl's tits at the moment, which provided an excellent opportunity for exit. Risks on the che...