If anyone told you and James that you’d be on an island in the middle of fucking nowhere with a bunch of soldiers, a photographer, scientists, a World War Two pilot, Landsat technicians and — oh, your bad, a motherfucking giant ape and other massive creatures warring against one another — you’d probably say they’re bloody mad. Off their rockers. But no, it’s happened, and someone’s gotta be shitting you with how much of a nightmare this is.

This was a bit too much for a — Friday? Saturday? Sunday? — never mind the day, he couldn’t tell anymore, since the only thing was night and day, and he couldn’t tell between good ancient beings and evil ancient beings. Apart from the skull crawlers, of course.

“I’m trying to knock some sense into Slivko.” James sighed as he walked over, setting his gun down and looking over the supplies in the stock that they had. At second glance, he was actually quite grimy, and had multiple cuts and bruises— nothing he hadn’t gotten before. But — he had to admit — the situation was something else entirely.

Fucking hell, if he wasn’t one of the only people with common sense in this group, he’d be going batshit.

James unscrewed the cap of his flask of water, inclining it to you, because he wasn’t about to leave you without a drink— he had manners, for Christ’s sake. “And it’s a bit too quiet out there for a monster war zone.” Even as a former SAS soldier, this was a new ballgame entirely.