Graduation Trip: We Were Dumped on a Zombie Island
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My name is Marlow Kane. I’m an orphan. I grew up in a lab—daily injections, pills, training—until I escaped and learned how to pass as “normal.”
No one knows what I used to be.
To my classmates, I’m the quiet nobody—the guy you forget is even there.
Then graduation trip hit. The boat went down, and I dragged seven classmates onto a deserted island.
At dawn I scouted the treeline and found a corpse—its wounds looked like someone had chewed the flesh right off.
I warned them not to go inland, not to wander. The school bully laughed in my face, said I was making up ghost stories because I wanted to play leader.
That night no one took watch. Everyone slept shoulder-to-shoulder by the fire—except me.
After midnight, one of us started shivering, shaking uncontrollably… then snapped upright and launched at the person next to her, teeth first.
The bully stumbled back. I was the only one who moved. I rushed in and drove a knife straight into her skull.
Firelight washed over her gray skin and bloodshot eyes. No one laughed anymore.
Blake sat in the sand staring at me, lips trembling, unable to say a word.
No one knows what I used to be.
To my classmates, I’m the quiet nobody—the guy you forget is even there.
Then graduation trip hit. The boat went down, and I dragged seven classmates onto a deserted island.
At dawn I scouted the treeline and found a corpse—its wounds looked like someone had chewed the flesh right off.
I warned them not to go inland, not to wander. The school bully laughed in my face, said I was making up ghost stories because I wanted to play leader.
That night no one took watch. Everyone slept shoulder-to-shoulder by the fire—except me.
After midnight, one of us started shivering, shaking uncontrollably… then snapped upright and launched at the person next to her, teeth first.
The bully stumbled back. I was the only one who moved. I rushed in and drove a knife straight into her skull.
Firelight washed over her gray skin and bloodshot eyes. No one laughed anymore.
Blake sat in the sand staring at me, lips trembling, unable to say a word.













































