Jessica looked at me, her eyes pleading for me to take over and not have her do this. I nodded to her, so she would continue. I think she was paralyze.... So I started things off for her."Fiona, you were right. Jessica did know something. I talked with her last night, after Brandon came here during lunchtime."Fiona was looking at Jessica, but shot a glance at Brandon when I said he'd been here yesterday."Fiona," Jessica said to her friend, "please listen! Ok?" Fine! What?" Did you ever tell. There is writing on the handle. It intrigues me, but there is no time to read it. I cut the man to ribbons, and do it without a single thought crossing my mind, just urges.What happens next is a blur. Slash, stab, thrust. Hours go by, and though I instinctively manage to block everything that comes at me, I am weakened with every man I kill.As the battle winds down, I finally have time to look around. The field is littered with bodies. Few are left standing. As I finish off one last soldier, I. She apologized as she bent over to get her board which was still resting between Bob's feet. He felt her head brush against his leg as she reached for it. Once she stood back up he got a good look at her.She was just shy of five feet tall and very thin. Blonde hair peeked from under a cap she wore backward. The t-shirt she was wearing was loose fitting and the pants she wore were filled with holes.He was about to yell at her when she asked if there was anything she could do to keep him from. They said yes and we talked for a bit, finding out that they had been here twice before, had arrived this trip the same day we had, and had seen us around. At 9:45 we met them at the poolside bar. They were in their mid 30s, blond, tanned and fit, from California. He was wearing the male uniform for the resort - a Hawaian shirt, shorts and sandals. She was wearing a brief bikini top which showed off her gorgeous breasts ("Fake!" according to my wife) and very short skirt which showed off her.