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Even with the ancient, echoing halls of the hotel to amplify them, Amy heard nothing of Max’s footsteps. All she could hear was the sound of her own crying, great, ungainly sobs. Two days ago, her entire ‘game plan’ had been to avoid this at all costs, show her family and friends that she was still okay. But her family wasn’t here, her friends were gone. She wanted to get out of this hellhole of an island, but she didn’t have a clue as to where she should start. The only thing she could do right now was what she was doing; breaking down, completely and utterly.

The sound of Max’s voice, however, caused her to instantly look up, suddenly alert. At least now she wasn’t tricking herself into believing everything was fine she was more prepared for what might come her way. Quickly, Amy got to her feet, fumbling in her pocket for the blackjack, fumbling on the handle twice before pulling it out. Grasping it in a shaking right hand, Amy cautiously moved to get a better view of the corridor. She felt sure she recognised the voice, though she hoped to God she was wrong.

Of course, this was Survival of the Fittest, and anything that could go wrong almost certainly would. Amy could clearly see that the voice did belong to Maximilian Sawyer, and she raised the blackjack just a bit higher. Her first boyfriend, and the very last person she wanted to see here. God, what a mistake that had been. Amy had been happy for a few months, until he’d turned into a complete douchebag and kicked her to the curb. Ever since then, she’d tried to keep him out of her life completely. And now here he was again, now with a murder under his belt and a gun in his hand.

“F-fuck off, Max.”

Despite her shaking voice, Amy’s words were full of venom. She didn’t want to see him at the best of times; now that he’d killed Becca, she wanted him gone even more. She wasn’t going to kill him, she would never stoop to his or Theo or Lana’s level. She just wanted him out of here.

“Whatever you h-have to say, I don’t w-wanna hear it.”

Amy’s eyes kept flitting to the gun in Max’s hand.


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