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Back Prey Island
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

Now with the threat of the hunters in the game, whatever they may be, there’ll be more people on this island, and I’m already not looking forward to it. I’m hoping it’s people at least. If it’s dogs, I don’t know if I’ll stand a chance. As if to prove the point that we’re in a shit situation, we come through the trees and find two guns trained on us quicker than Creed can pull his gun. That doesn’t stop Creed from moving through.

“Duck!” he orders me just before he lunges.

I do as he says, ducking and covering my head when the gun goes off, the bullet spraying into the air harmlessly as Creed jerks the gun from one’s hand and swings it like a baseball bat. I look up just in time to see the second man coming after me, his gun trained on my head, his fingers on the trigger. The other guy fires off another round, barely missing Creed. The bullet embeds in a tree close by, bark exploding outward, but I can’t focus on him right now.

The man with the gun trained on me snarls, revealing gold teeth, and raises his gun. “Fucking bitch,” he spits.

Before he can pull the trigger, another man slips from the trees, silent. I shit you not, I don’t even hear the leaves crinkle. He’s as stealthy as a tiger as he slams a blade into the man’s skull and drops him, the guy hitting the ground before he even knows he’s dead. The other one hits the ground a moment later before Creed has the gun pointed at the stranger.

But he’s not a stranger to me.

I pull my gun and aim it at his face, those slanted eyes focused completely on me. The blood splatter on his once white shirt tells me he’s killed plenty. He doesn’t pull a weapon on me as he stares into the barrel of my pistol.

My hand begins to shake.

ELEVEN

JIRO

She holds the gun trained on me, ready to shoot, but I’m not afraid. I see it in her eyes, in the shake of her fingers. She remembers my help and doesn’t want to shoot despite the perceived threat.

But I’m no threat to her.

The other man, however, I’m willing to fight if need be, even if he holds a gun trained on my head.

Slowly, I lean forward despite the barrel of her gun remaining pointed at me, and flip the safety switch off on the side. She hadn’t even bothered to do so.

“If you’re going to pull a gun, be ready to use it,” I warn her, staring deeply into her eyes.