It was a sunny morning. Emmett had taken the children fishing for some fish, Evelyn took shelter on the island, giving them at least a few days of peace.

She still felt a little distraught over the loss of her husband, but she knew she had to carry on for her three children.

Hanging out clothes, she spotted a bloody, staggering form coming towards her. Everyone else on the island was asleep, it could be a madman, she was scared.

Taking the gun she carried everywhere, she pointed it in the direction of the supposed shape, which gradually became more visible; It was a woman.

"Who are you?" She said in a slightly shaky tone, the woman looked tired and hurt, her clothes covered in blood. Maybe she just wanted help.