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pebbles.
    Riley’s head hit the solid floor of pebbles beneath him hard. Very hard. So hard that he wasn’t sure whether the stars above were actual stars or just stars in his eyes. He could feel himself drifting again. Drifting away as the pain from his leg swallowed up his entire body. Drifting away, back onto the boat, back on the boat with Pedro, and Claudia, and Chloë, and Anna.
    Anna.
    Before he could sink further into the thoughts, two creatures appeared above him.
    They moved closely towards him. Tumbled down towards his body.
    Fuck. Focus. Focus. Focus.
    He swung his right hand around, which had the piece of sharp shrapnel in it, and smacked the first creature clean in the temple. A splat of blood and skull echoed against the pebbles as the creature went flying to the side and onto the ground.
    The second creature grabbed his arm. The arm he had the shrapnel in.
    He could see its yellow, sharp teeth getting closer to the bare flesh of his forearm. He could see its eyes, wide and focused, groaning as it got closer and closer and closer…‌
    Riley pulled himself upright. Pulled himself through the sharp, searing pain in his leg. He grabbed the shrapnel with his left hand and pushed it over his forearm so that the creature’s teeth screeched against it as it went in to bite, like cutlery on a plate.
    He pushed the creature back. Pulled himself forward, even though he could feel the blood oozing from his leg, and he pushed it further back until he was the one on top of it and he was looking down at it.
    As the creature struggled for a bite of whatever part of Riley it could get, Riley moved the shrapnel back into his right hand and smacked it against the creature’s forehead.
    And then he smacked it again.
    And again.
    And again.
    Every time he hit it, the creature was knocked back just as hard against the solid rock pebbles. Its head was cracking to pieces, blood painting the rocks like some kind of morbid landscape art piece.
    “You did this,” Riley shouted as he plummeted the shrapnel further and further into the creature’s head. “You fucking did this…‌‌You…‌‌fucking…‌‌did…‌‌this…‌”
    He realised the creature had long ago gone silent. He panted. His arm was covered in blood‌—‌the blood of the creature. The creature’s head looked like it had merged with the pebbles below, a mash of flesh and brain and broken teeth.
    He climbed from on top of the creature and, slowly but surely, managed to stand on two feet. The pain in his leg was burning and searing. He could feel blood trickling out of it. He had a deep sense in his gut of what was going to happen to him. He didn’t know any first aid for anything of this level, and he didn’t have a clue how effective tying something around the wound would be.
    He knew what was going to happen to him. He was going to pass out, just like he had before the creatures attacked him, and he was going to die, right here wherever he was.
    He gulped, took a deep breath, and staggered up the pebbles towards the darkness of the woods. A trail of blood dripped to the rocks beneath him with every tiny, meek step he took.
    But he had to go to the woods. Go into the woods and, like an animal, find somewhere comfortable to die.
    He didn’t want that to happen. He was terrified. More terrified of death than a life even in a world like this. That’s why his suicide attempt a few years back didn’t add up, not even with himself. He was frightened to death just thinking of the unknown.
    But what choice did he have now?
    The walk through the pitch black of the woods was long, difficult and absolutely fucking terrifying.
    He could hear all sorts of things around him. Hear the branches of the trees creaking as the wind blew against them. He could hear rustling up ahead; the sound of little footsteps. But no matter where he looked, he couldn’t see a thing. Nothing but the partly moonlit sky above.
    But he wouldn’t have to see for very long. Not