The Missing

by Kiersten Modglin

So, I sat and I sipped drinks and read on my Kindle,

Me right now on the beach

With that, Ms. Sheridan of 52 Wimbledon Way disappeared. Just like all the others.

Noah, the cocky, almost-lifeguard man I’d spoken to on the boat for some time, had spent quite a bit of time in the water, until the current became so strong he couldn’t swim it. The other man, the blond one who’d urinated on the trees upon our arrival was called James,

Ava was the young woman who’d nearly passed out, overcome by sudden dizziness upon our arrival, and Harry was the thin man with glasses who’d stayed

close to me when I was trying to keep her conscious.

We’ll take the next shift… Since James needs his beauty rest.”

James is a little bitch and i hate him already

While most people try to see the positive, without my conscious effort—when faced with a situation—my mind has always gone down the rabbit hole of deception and despair.

I read the message twice before looking at the others, the words refusing to make sense in my muddled mind. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. I glanced back down, forcing myself to read it again. Kill your friends, save yourself. Only one of you will leave alive.

“You know, you could try being nice to us. We’re all in this together.” “Calm down, Efron,” he teased, dropping the coconuts to the ground with a thud.

“It’s just…that’s the first time I’ve heard you call any of us by our actual names and not a nickname.” His gaze narrowed at me, the dark brown of his eyes locking on mine. “Yeah, well my throat’s too dry to call him Captain Smarty Pants every time.”

Noah is giving Sawyer from Lost and i love it

“Things are about to get interesting…” His brow raised, sending a chill down my spine. “Aren’t they?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, waving the gun again. “Not so fast. I’m the one who found the weapons, apparently. I’m the one who gets to decide what we do with them.”

This is giving Sawyer from Lost so much

“The people who brought us here. Whoever they are…”

“We can’t do this alone. None of us. If any of us get off this island, we all do. When will you accept that?”

If we cant live together, were gonna die alone

Nice work. One down, three to go until one of you leaves the island for good.

We aren’t amputating my leg out here; this isn’t Lost.”

Love the Boone reference