Make him bleed...

The fog was so thick now that I could barely see my hand in front of my face, let alone the back of the Correction Officer I was meant to be following. A small after-tremor shook the ground beneath me feet, making me stumble forward a few paces before regaining my balance.

He'll only hurt you in the end...

I griped my shiv - a sharpened, improvised blade taken from one of the contraband storage rooms - so tightly that I felt the blood draining from my knuckles. I could see the silhouette of the CO framed against the fog, creeping forward with his service .33 revolver aimed at some invisible threat. He wouldn't even see me coming... it'd be the perfect crime.

He is scome; he will only betray you...
Who are you?
Maybe I'm one of the voices in your head...
You don't sound like the rest of them
Maybe I killed them all.

I collapse to the ground, just as the freezing wind tears through my bright orange uniform, chilling me right down to the core. The CO turns around, shining his flashlight down on me.

"Inmate, get a move on!" He walks up to me, levelling his weapon as he approaches. "If you do not get up this instant, so help me I'll put a bullet to you!"

Now's your chance...send him where he belongs.


Sometimes, I wonder what went wrong to land me on Sinner's Island, I know I'm insane... at least, that what all the psych-techs have told me. I've been in and out of jail since I was little into my teens: but Sinners is by no means a holiday camp - not that prison is exactly meant to be a pleasant experience. I've been here one day. One day then all this started happening. Monsters, demons, aliens - whatever you want to call them - started appearing from nowhere, tearing through cop and inmate alike. I can't help but feel that something's been waiting for me, what I don't know, but there's definitely something here.


I'm running, my breath freezing in front of me as I push forward, crashing through the forest's undergrowth. I need to get to the docks. It's the only link this island has with the rest of humanity and the only place I can think of that help will come... if it comes. I'm holding the CO's .33 in my right hand as I go, my shiv tucked tightly in my beltline. The wind kicked up again, carrying the fog away with it, but this time it brought something with it. There was a smell, familiar, but I couldn't place it. I put it to the back of my mind and concentrate on running. I know those things are in here with me and I'd rather not run into one, even if I am armed now.

One thing I've noticed about these things is that they're smart. Possibly even smarter than any of us. In the past 24 hours, I've seen small groups of them work their way around security checkpoints and barricades, seen them hunt and even seen them feed. They never seem to go around alone. It's as if one's trying to draw your attention whilst the other sneaks in behind you, ready to do it's gruesome work.

Something snags at my feet, sending me tumbling through the undergrowth, bouncing painfully off trees and upturned roots. I lay on the ground for a moment stunned. I breathe deeply, trying to regain my senses. I stand up, leaning against a nearby tree as a searing hot pain shoots through my leg, forcing me to my knees. It was only then that I realised my left foot was pointing at an unnatural angle.

I let out a cry of pain that seemed to echo through the trees. Never have I felt so alone. I may well have been the last man alive on the island. I lay there, sobbing gently to myself as the reality of my situation hit me.

That was when the snarling started. That evil, rasping war-cry that I had heard so often during the past day. I manage to turn myself around to see one of those... those things standing over me. It was the first time I'd seen one of them this close. I t was a little shorter than your average man, with a sickly, oil-black substance dripping off it's chitinous flesh. It's long, bony claws seemed to twitch with anticipation as it stared down at me, a faint, evil, red glow seemed to emanate from its eyes.

It stepped on my ankle, sending a fresh wave of pain coursing through my body as it toyed with me, I didn't scream this time. I took it in, using it to help fuel my rage, to give me strength.

Release me... I need to feed
The beast snarled again, staring me down with it's haunting eyes.

RELEASE ME!

I reach down to my waistband, pulling my blade out as it grabbed the top of my hair, pulling me up to its level.

"Don't play with your food, f***er." I thrust forward with my blade, driving it easily through the beast's torso. I landed on me good foot as it dropped me, letting out a howl of pain. I pressed forward, bunging my hands into fists as I let the voice take over, ignoring the pain from my protesting foot.

It was all over in a matter of seconds. The beast lay dead at my feet, a dozen wounds puncturing it's torso. I collapse against a tree as the pain returns,

You did well my child. You may join me soon.

Darkness creeps over me as I feel myself blacking out. The truth comes to me as I slide to the floor, blood slowly seeping through my jumpsuit.


I think I'm possessed.