The others winced.
“Nasty shit. So who did it?” Lori quizzed.
“See, nobody actually knows the assailants and he wasn't the only one that night. When everyone had thought that that was just one grisly scene, expected at an illegal rave like that, maybe he was cheating and the other woman bit it off or something, shit suddenly hit the fan. People were pretty drugged up at this point, so it was difficult to focus on anything, but more people started screaming and more people kept turning up dead. I'm serious man, this was seriously fucked up, naked dead bodies hanging from trees, sprawled across the ground, heck, even the DJs were murdered… sucks, one of em’ was just promoting his pretty bangin' EP.. Anyway, whoever or whatever it was, turned the place into a fucking bloodbath. People fled, or at least tried to, but most were caught and killed. I tell you, it was the most horrific shit I've ever seen. My girlfriend and I managed to get away, but holy shit, I've never seen anything like that”.
“Fuck… okay, that one easily takes the crown”, Lori replied, “but how exactly was that creepy?”
“Well here's the thing, nobody actually saw who or what was killing people and others could barely remember what happened at all, drugs or PTSD, who fucking knows, but in the end the police showed up, shut that shit down and chalked it up to a mass cult suicide pact. We were attacked and they and the media thought we went there with the intention to fucking kill each other in some kind of religious ritual thing”.
“Holy shit! I saw that on TV!” Rachel yelped.
“It went worldwide. I didn't want to be part of it, but they were interviewing survivors and shit, asking them what made them want to kill themselves. There were even some wild conspiracy theories, some thought the music made us do it, like subtle mind control or something, others thought it was the drug mixing, heck, there were even people saying we were part of that second flood cult, you know, the ones that started off in America saying a second flood was coming, but keep pushing the day of judgement back when nothing happens. They guessed every possible scenario, but I know what I fucking saw, so I'm amazed they found no evidence to prove we didn't do it to ourselves”.
“Damn, so it's like your attackers were ghosts”.
“Crazy as that sounds, even I'm contemplating it”.
There was an awkward silence.
“Well that fucking soured the mood, how did we even get onto this topic again?” Lori interjected.
Kunal laughed.
“You ladies up for partying? We're going to the club”.
“Hell yeah, I'll definitely need to shake my ass and drink more after hearing that shit. Brain detox! Let's ditch this joint and hit the dance floor, folks!” Lori grabbed Rachel's wrist and together the group left the bar laughing and trying to forget about the disturbing story.
The club wasn't packed, but there were just enough people to make it worthwhile. A blend of good tunes and alcohol was enough to liven up the night.
As the bass pumped and the night went on, the four partied like tomorrow would never come. It was only when Rachel announced that she needed the ladies room and didn't return, only to be found by Lori embracing a toilet in a pitiful state, that Lori decided to call it a night.
She bid the guys farewell and attempted to carry Rachel back to their cabin, which took longer than necessary with Rachel running over to the side of the ship to puke into the ocean.
CHAPTER 10 - RACHEL & CHRISTINE
12:47am - 3 Days until outbreak
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Rachel stirred and arose from a horrendous slumber, her head throbbing, her mouth the revolting taste of stomach acids infused with alcohol, her stomach as tight as a knot and her entire body shaking like a leaf in the wind.
She felt like shit; if she ever drank alcohol again it would be too soon, she didn't even want to see the stuff.
The cabin was dark, no surprise given the lack of natural light. Was Lori here? She couldn't feel her on the bed next to her.
“Lori? Baby?” She groaned to no reply.
Suddenly the flush of a toilet was more than enough to confirm where her girlfriend was. Out stepped Lori looking like something from a horror movie, no thanks to the lack of light, what little of it was coming from the mirror light behind her.
“You look like shit”, Rachel kindly pointed out.
“Have you seen yourself? Heck, ghosts would hide from you”, Lori quipped.
“Fuck off, this is your fault. Shit, my voice is so hoarse, I sound like a deep voiced singer, am I making you wet? Even a little?”
Lori burst out laughing.
“Stop, don't joke, I'm not in the right state. I've been making love to that toilet all morning”.
“Fucking nasty, am I going to have to use our cabin neighbour’s toilet?”
“You should talk, your toilet love making last night was borderline jealousy inducing. I was half tempted to call you a cheater and leave your ass”.
“You were more than welcome to join us, threesome baby, yeah!”
“Yeah… I’ll pass, I'm a one person and toilet kinda gal”, she replied, collapsing on the bed besides Rachel.
“My head is killing me. Do we have any paracetamol?”
“Nope”.
“I'm sure we do”.
“We don't, trust me, I checked”, Lori groaned.
“Ugh… I need a hot shower and mouthwash”. Rachel pushed herself to get out of the bed, whereupon she slumped to the ground and crawled over to the bathroom.
“You look ridiculous”, Lori mocked.
“I am never drinking alcohol
