RATED MATURE FOR DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE, SEXUAL THEMES, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE
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You feel the excitement welling up inside of you as the island comes into view. The lush green of the island and light greys of the buildings contrasted nicely with the reds of the evening light and blues of the ocean waves. It was a beautiful sight, and one you would be a part for an entire week. In your mailbox just a few mornings ago was a letter and a ticket, inviting you to spend an entire week on the resort island, all-expenses paid. There was no explanation, but it seemed to you like the letters were distributed at random, and you were just a lucky winner. Regardless, it was not an opportunity to pass up.
The boat docked at a long dock made of light wood, perfectly treated and well preserved. A young man or woman, dark and handsome and dressed all in whites, bows to you and offers to take your bags in a thick islander accent. He leads you off the dock and up a winding pathway to a large building overlooking the beach. Taking you to your room, marked with your name, he sets the bags down and bows once more before leaving. Despite the excitement, you seem rather tired from the long trip overseas. You lay your head down to rest and quickly fall into a deep sleep.
You awaken to a thick fog creeping in through the window, and as you look around your room, even in dark morning light, you can tell this was not the same place you had fallen asleep. The bed you are laying in is dusty and in shambles, wooden splinters and raggedy cloth sticking out every which way. The room is filled with shattered and broken furniture, and the very walls and ceilings are falling apart. In every corner of the room, scavengers skitter about and large cobwebs claim the shadows.
As you leave your room, you realize the entire building looks like it has been abandoned for many years, and looking out the window you find the island to look much the same. There are no signs of life out there, only the fog gripping a crumbling and abandoned little resort. Through the fog you eye the docks, crumbled and half sunken, and not a boat in sight. As the panic begins to fill you, you hear the sounds of others awakening in other rooms, equally confused and just as afraid as you. You almost feel safer as you sigh in relief… until you hear the mist replying back.
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