SevenAngela had yet to conquer her nerves following the strange flight of the birds upon her arrival. Her senses remained on heightened alert and, unfortunately, her nerd defense mechanism was running on overdrive. Without meaning to, she made her way carefully through the tree-shrouded gloom of the island imagining the gloomy forests of one fantasy film after another, The Lord of the Rings, The NeverEnding Story, Labyrinth. But as the eerie timber thickened around the winding trail, as the foliage crunched and snapped beneath her feet, the fantasies faded and the horrors crowded in, Long Weekend, Dead Weight, The Evil Dead.
Something howled in the distance off to her left and she halted frozen in her tracks.
Angela didn't like that. She loved horror from a theater seat, or the safety of
