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Chapters (72)
  1. Dedication
  2. Prey Island Map
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. CREED
  10. SIX
  11. BILLIE
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. TEN
  16. ELEVEN
  17. JIRO
  18. TWELVE
  19. BILLIE
  20. THIRTEEN
  21. FOURTEEN
  22. FIFTEEN
  23. SIXTEEN
  24. SEVENTEEN
  25. EIGHTEEN
  26. NINETEEN
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. ROW
  30. TWENTY-TWO
  31. BILLIE
  32. TWENTY-THREE
  33. TWENTY-FOUR
  34. TWENTY-FIVE
  35. TWENTY-SIX
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. THIRTY-FIVE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. ACHILLES
  48. THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CREED
  50. THIRTY-NINE
  51. BILLIE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. FORTY-SIX
  59. FORTY-SEVEN
  60. FORTY-EIGHT
  61. FORTY-NINE
  62. ROW
  63. FIFTY
  64. BILLIE
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. FIFTY-THREE
  68. FIFTY-FOUR
  69. FIFTY-FIVE
  70. TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. ALSO BY KENDRA

Creed nods as he slips deeper in the water, his arms braced on the edge of his raft to keep afloat. That’s the things about these rafts. They’re only made to hold us in an emergency. It’s far easier to stay inconspicuous when we’re just heads and arms above the water. Five people on top of rafts could draw attention.

“Remember, the water’s dark,” Creed adds. “You may not see them, but they’ll see you. Keep your movements slow. Be seaweed.”

I grimace. “Think like seaweed. Think like seaweed, Think like seaweed.” I repeat it to myself until I can ease into the water completely, until I’m floating and starting to slowly kick in the direction we need to go. My heart is pumping a million miles a minute in fear, so loud, I almost expect the others to hear.

“It’s only a half mile,” I say, more to reassure myself than anyone else. “We’ve got this. That’s all it is.”

But I can feel their nerves and know that this half mile will be the most nerve-wracking half mile I’ve ever gone. It’ll be that way for all of us. We’ve survived a literal Death Island, but here we are, more afraid of the creatures beneath us than the ones we’re leaving behind.

Sue me. Mother nature is far more terrifying than men with guns.

Without another thought, we all slowly kick toward Predator Point, each murmuring soft reminders about what to do. We loop our arms around our rafts and sink deeper into the sea.

The darkness closes around me and it takes every brave cell in my body to not panic.

But all that comes to my mind as we get further and further away from shore is the new horror shark movie I’d watched only a week before I was kidnapped.

God, why do I do this to myself? Pretty sure not even Bear Grylls would get in this water and here I am, swimming along.

In danger.

Again.

“Think like seaweed,” I whisper to myself. “Think like seaweed. I am the seaweed . . .”

FORTY-TWO

The water is dark. It’s pitch dark, like nightmare-inducing dark. I’ll never forget when I saw the movie Jaws as a kid, how scared I was to get in the pool after that. I was terrified a shark was going to appear in the clear bright water and eat me. I was so certain of it, I refused the neighborhood pool for a whole summer.

This is so much worse.