Much to their shock, the man began shrieking like a wild animal and threw himself at both the man and Wendy’s friend without regard. The three tussled, before another of Wendy’s female friends, the girlfriend of the kickboxer, got involved.
“Stop it! Stop it!” She cried, but her words went on deaf ears.
As Wendy stood watching in horror, someone pounced on her back, catching her off guard and knocking her to the ground. She found herself face to face with a woman twitching and chattering her teeth in an attempt to bite her. Warding off the woman’s incredible strength with her arms, she screamed for help and two of her friends rushed to her aid.
“Get her off me! Get this crazy bitch off me!”
“You look tasty! I just wanna bite! One small bite, maybe a big one too, maybe I’ll just eat you all up! Fuck knows!” The psychopathic woman shrieked. What the fuck was wrong with her?
Her friends managed to heave the woman off of her and throw her back, giving Wendy a chance to roll over and escape, but now the woman had turned her attention to her friends. Wendy grabbed a bottle from the side bar and smashed it over the woman’s head, knocking her to the ground. The three of them then intervened in the tussle between her male friend, the man and their assailant.
“Fucking stab that motherfucker in the eye!” Her male friend shouted, seeing Wendy with the jagged bottleneck in hand.
“What? I can’t do…” She began to protest.
“Do it, Wendy!”
Switching off all sense of reasoning, Wendy lunged forward with the bottle neck and stabbed the man, not quite in the eye, but at least in his neck, giving her friend the chance to punch him and knock him down.
“Go, go, go!” Her male friend shouted, grabbing his girlfriend. They ran towards the stern of the ship, just beyond where the pool was, as more of those crazy people poured out of the doors leading to the lower floors, tackling people to the ground, jumping on their backs, ripping skin from their bodies with their teeth and fingers. One woman fell into the pool and as she struggled to swim to the other side, two of those crazy people jumped in after her, biting at her and pulling her underneath the water.
She screamed for help, visibly struggling to keep her head above the water and thrashed, as they grabbed and bit at her arms and neck.
Wendy stopped.
“We have to help her!”
“No! Keep going! Look at what they’re doing to her, do you think they won’t get you?” One of her male friends shouted.
“What kind of people are we if we just run away from someone in trouble?”
“Alive ones!”
Her female friends grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away as the water turned red with the woman’s blood. It was horrific, like a river of piranhas tearing apart a piece of meat. What had happened to these people? Why were they doing this? Had they lost their fucking minds?
More crazed people ran across the deck towards them at an alarming speed as the six friends made their way towards the stern water slides down to the lower levels, the only logical place in the vicinity they could escape this bloodbath.
One of her male friends stopped.
“I’ll slow them down, keep going!”
“Ricki! No!” One of the girls shouted.
“Jason and Tom!” Wendy’s kickboxing friend and another male friend, “make sure they get to safety!”
Jason and Tom nodded and hurried the women along. Behind them, Ricki grabbed deck chairs and threw them at two crazed men that appeared unfazed by them, before as a last resort, punching them as they tackled him to the ground. His friends merely heard his agonised screams as they continued on.
Mirian, one of Wendy’s female friends, burst into tears and lost it.
“What is this shit? What the fuck is this? Is this a joke? It has to be a joke! Yeah, that’s it, it’s a joke! A TV channel is going to come out any moment now and say it’s a joke! That we’ve been pranked, right? They do that all the time! Those prank Vyou channels or some shit! It’s just special effects, fake blood and stuff!” Mirian stopped and turned around.
“Mirian, what are you doing? We have to go!” Wendy insisted, grabbing her wrist. Mirian yanked her wrist away.
“Don’t fucking touch me! This is a joke, don’t you get it?” She wiped her tears away and began laughing hysterically. “You can come out now! I’m not fooled by it! Am I on TV? Am I famous? You got me!”
But her words were to reach no one and more of those crazy people were sprinting towards them. Tom ran back to grab her, but she pulled away from him. He attempted to hoist her over his shoulder, but she aggressively pulled away from him once again.
“I told you not to fucking touch me! Fuck off, Tom! You’re such a stalker! I don’t fancy you! I fucking rejected you ages ago! Get the fucking message!”
“This isn’t about you or me or us right now, Mirian! Wake the fuck up!” Tom snapped.
“No! You wake up! You think I didn’t notice you trying to be a cockblock… or clam jam or whatever last night? Yes, I slept with that guy Tristan and the sex was fucking awesome! Nothing I’m positive you pathetic prick could compare to! I’ll never ever sleep with you! No matter how much you fucking keep leering at me! Undressing me with your fucking creepy eyes! Fuck o…!” She stopped mid-sentence as a crazy woman pounced on her, gnashing at her face, biting her exposed hands and
