<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/rsbtvo.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Nikki Drake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Angie Hart, anyone else<br/><br/>Nikki rode with the RN on the emergency cart over the rough, sandy ground.  The redhead student did her best not to look at anything in particular.  There was so much blood, it was surreal.  At first, she didn't think the bifurcated body was real.  It had to be movie prop, or CPR dummy.  All of this wasn't real.<br/><br/><em>God, please don't let this be real,</em>she whispered in her mind.<br/><br/>The nurse left the cart and ran toward the injured boy, but Nikki just sat still.  Eyes clamped shut.  Something<em><strong>was</strong></em>really out there.  Something evil, and cruel.  She thought she'd be safe.  She was on an island after all.  There was only one way on and one way off.  How was she supposed to know that creatures would follow her here?<br/><br/>It was all in her mind.  That's it.  It was just her mind playing tricks on her again.  She could count to three and open her eyes and everything would be gone.<br/><br/><strong>"One."</strong><br/><br/>She'd be back at the facility.  Back on her medications.<br/><br/><strong>"Two."</strong><br/><br/>None of this was real.  The screams.  The blood.  It would all be gone.  No one would be hurt.  No one would be dying.<br/><br/>But what if she said three and opened her eyes and it was all there.  What if it<em><strong>was</strong></em>real?  No. No. No.  That wasn't possible.  She'd told her parents.  She'd told her doctors.  None of them had believed her.  It wasn't real.  IT WASN'T REAL.  Wake up.  Notrealnotrealnotrealnotreal.<br/><br/>She swallowed, inhaled deeply,<strong>"three,"</strong>her voice echoed over the deserted beach and she opened her eyes widely.