The ocean's current lapped up against the rocks of the shoreline. Isla looked across the span of water to a yacht in the distance. Probably just some rich snobs. . . The horn sounded through the air, a familiar 'toot' rattled her mind with noise.
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Footsteps went unheard as the gun was unholistered. Now's my time. He looked at the flowing blonde hair of Isla and a slight feeling of regret hit him in the head like a dagger, no I must do this! She turned around to see an Ak-47 in his clasping grip and she screamed, nothing else was heard besides the thud of her body hitting the sandy terrain.
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Ashes to Ashes
Random"Games are the only reason we are still here. We'll all be dead in the end."
