Billy had figured, like his home life, it was his safest bet to become a bit of a loner on the island. Besides Fox and Peter, he hadn't interacted with many people since he arrived. Everything all felt so pristine, and Billy was far from pristine. In fact, he was a dead guy walking, which didn't exactly invite the best conversation topics. His life ( Read more... )

Dean had been making an honest living for months now. Although, it was still debatable just how honest being a barman in a strip club was. Life on the island was nothing like that Djinn had showed him in the nightmarish fantasy, but it would do. In fact, it would more than do. Anything was better than going to Hell, and at least this way Dean got ( Read more... )

Rob snapped the loaded magazine into the pistol and aimed it at the target a hundred metres in the distance. Somewhere off to his left, he could hear someone calling the command to pull on the skeet shooting range, but shotguns had never really been much of his cup of tea. Two cartridges and you were spent. No real avenue to get a momentum up. The ( Read more... )

Rob cocked the pistol and aimed it at the target far off in the distance. It had been pure luck that he arrived on the island almost simultaneous to the other dude who used to manage the shooting range being sucked back home. Rob more than knew his way around firearms and ammunition. He could kill two birds with one stone working here. Or three, ( Read more... )