I had no idea what to write… Tiffany's POV I looked up as another gunshot rang out. Did some people not hear the first one? Then I saw the man. The man with the knife. A dark red stain slowly spread out across his chest, and a pool of blood formed around his head, which must've hit a rock. "Why did he shoot him?" I murmured in confusion. "That man tried to kill that little girl," a woman next to me answered. I was right. That man was evil. The man with the gun was shouting for people to follow him. I quickly obeyed. That man… the murderer… lied forgotten on the sand. "Come along," I gently told a little boy. He looked like he was about to cry. "That man is evil." I took his hand and led him after the crowd. One person was already dead, and we hadn't even reached the dangerous part.
Cynthia's POV I heard a second gunshot and quickly turned around. I was puzzled, what had happened? I shrugged and continued with my work. It's not my problem. I honestly didn't care what happened to other people. I stepped back and smiled. My shelter was finally done! I smirked and picked up my iPod. Time for victory music! I turned on my favorite song Raised By Wolves by Falling in Reverse and did a little dance. So glad we were on a deserted island. I took my knife out of my back pocket and looked at the blade and ran it against my finger. It was very dull..... I took out my knife sharpener and sat on the sandy ground. I started to hum a song while sharpening my knife. For some reason. This whole island situation seemed to calm me down. I heard a beep and swore. My iPod was about to die! I bit my lip and stuffed it into my pocket. I guess music was now put of the question.