THE ISLAND PART 3

Chaos didn’t describe what was happening. It’s not like this sort of thing hadn’t happened before. Sure, it wasn’t often, maybe even rare, but it did happen. Visibles ran around like sightless chickens screaming. Wood scattered a small part of the shore.

The waters beyond thrashed as the evil tore apart the remains of a large ship. Tentacles rose and lowered, crashing down with loud splashes. An almost feline face, with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth and catfish type whiskers, appeared each time it devoured another human.

Seconds seemed like hours as one after another perished in the sea. It didn’t even play with them this time. Why did the Visuals even try? It was pointless. All they were doing was risking their own lives and angering the evil by interfering.

I had stopped several feet from the rest. I wasn’t about to get any closer. Soon, they would start picking up the wreckage for more shelters or to improve the ones they had. Turning away to go about my own business, a shout stopped me in my tracks.

“Survivor!”

Now that was new. No one ever survives. This I had to see. Against my better judgment, I ran over to where Tank squatted just out of the water’s reach. A body lay still underneath him. All I could see were long legs and torn pants.

Getting closer, Tank glanced back at me. “Shell! He’s alive!” The look on Tank’s face was one I hadn’t ever seen. Hope.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Let’s take a look.” I nudged Tank aside. The chest underneath a soaked denim shirt rose and fell. Long black hair matted over a face I couldn’t yet see. An electric shock ran through me as I knelt beside this survivor and placed a hand to one wrist. There was a strong pulse but that isn’t what shocked me. It was a real feeling of electricity type shock. This was no human. He was a non-visible.