Prison Island - 38 - Teaser

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Everyone had a weapon of sorts. Francesco had accepted a spear made by Mouse, as his sling could barely be considered a weapon. Karl’s plan was ruthless, simple, and effective. As much as the thought of what they were about to do made him sick to the stomach, he had to admit that Karl was much smarter than he had ever thought. It was all about survival, and Karl was good at it. After he had learned of the horrible things those people wanted to do to them, he didn’t doubt that their de facto leader was right in everything he chose as fate for that bunch of bastards.

They waited in the dark to launch their attack. The men looked scary, abnormal in Francesco’s eyes after seeing no one else for so long but his comrades. In a way, they seemed alien to him, the way they moved, so casual, so carefree. They were well fed, indeed, strong and big, so he just ended praying that Karl’s plan would work.

“Broken bones take months to heal, knife wounds can fester and kill slowly. We only need to incapacitate them until we leave, and then they’re no longer our problem,” Karl had told them, and everyone had agreed.

How could they not? At least, they weren’t murdering anyone, not directly. But it was a test of their manhood, Karl had also told then while asking them not to hesitate, not for one moment. Not when it was all about the survival of the fittest, and they had worked all throughout the year that had past to become exactly that. Francesco knew more about whose test that was but kept his mouth shut, as he had promised Karl. That was between them, a secret, and even if he felt bad for not telling Mouse anything, he knew it to be the right choice.

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