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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

Achilles nods at my answer. “There are only a handful of places that lack snakes. Ireland, but this place is too warm for that. New Zealand, but this island is too small. I doubt this could be an outlying island of New Zealand, at all. It’s not cold so that rules out Greenland or Antarctica as well. There are islands that lack snakes because of their isolation but I don’t know every individual land mass. My bet is an island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, a lesser known one. That doesn’t really explain the lack of larger predators, though.”

“We ate coconut crabs, too,” Jiro points out, further proving that we’re somewhere in the Pacific. Or at least, I can tell that’s why he adds it.

“Damn,” Achilles groans. “And you didn’t save me any? Coconut crab is the best. Drizzle that shit with lemon and go to town.” He moans. “Fuck. I’m going to hit up a seafood restaurant when we get back to civilization. Thanks for making me crave that shit.”

Another thirty minutes of hiking up a steep incline and we reach the grey concrete building we’ve been heading toward, or at least the fencing around it. Barb wire curls along the top but because of the age of the fence, it no longer curls consistently and there are gaps in the fence easily able to be slipped through. It’s rusty and clearly older than I am but that’s not what draws my attention. My eyes catch on the sign hanging on the fence, repeated about every ten feet, the yellow warning loud and clear.

“Uh, guys,” I say, staring at it carefully. “Do we need to worry about this?”

Creed comes to stand next to me and swears. “Well, fuck if that’s good.”

Jiro follows and his eyes widen. “Well, this may have just gotten much more dangerous than we planned.”

But all I can do is look at the radioactive symbol etched into the peeling paint, the words missing much of the black paint but still legible.

“Caution, grave danger. Very high radiation area. Personnel monitoring required,” I read out loud. I glance up at the others. “Well, fuck.”

EIGHTEEN

All along the fence, small yellow triangles with red radiation symbols and black words stare out at us, teasing us, threatening us with an enemy we can’t exactly fight.

“Are we going to die?” I rasp, not exactly sure how radiation poisoning works past it being bad. I know you die from it and that it isn’t pleasant, but I don’t know the mechanics.

Creed frowns. “We would be feeling symptoms by now if the island was radioactive. Fever, nausea, vomiting, fatigue, skin rashes, seizures. That all would be pretty common. I feel fine. Anyone else?”