Paradise Club

by Tim Meyer

Elliot just felt things. Wrong things. It was part of his nature. And the hallway in this particular section of Paradise Club was undoubtedly a wrong thing.

“But boss,” one of the men said, “isn’t The Skirmish starting soon? This island is going to be a bloodbath anyway. Why not wait?”

“Listen to me and listen very carefully. Every single person at this resort is going to die.”

See, fifteen killers, some of the most savage human beings this planet has to offer, are amongst you, in this resort.

Heads were separated from their bodies, arms and legs strewn about like toys at an overcrowded daycare center.