It was the third day of your supposedly amazing cruise vacation. You awoke from a heavy sweat, the loud crash of thunder startling you. A storm? Really? At least it was morning. You couldn't forget the events of last night, after all, everyone was acting so... unnaturally. Your friends were all aggressive and pushy towards you, even to the point where McCoy had punched you.

You decide to get up and walk out of the cabin after not seeing anyone in the rooms. On the wet, wooden deck floors was Carmen, of whom yelled at you upon approaching her. Strange... she's usually nice and gentle. You walked down further, entering the buffet where Vonnie was scoffing down the mound of seafood. Now, this was concerning since she was usually composed and clean. Two of your friends already out of their minds... hopefully the rest were okay.

You walk out to the beach, and standing on the pier was Ryan. He was assumedly the only normal one. He turned to face you, an almost relieved look on his face. Ryan propped his sunglasses up on his head and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Oi, you're not sick! Do you know what the hell's going on with everyone else?"