Mafia 101. Disputed Island

BLOODY HARVEST

April 20th.
I wouldn't wish what we experienced today on my worst enemies. My hands are still shaking, and I can’t seem to collect my thoughts… I still can’t believe it all happened. It feels like a terrible dream, and that if I just wake up, I will see them all again, alive. But no, reality is cruel, and I have to come to terms with it somehow, although hope for a brighter future fades with each day…
From the very beginning of the day, there was a feeling that something was weighing down on us. Everyone around seemed depressed, although the reasons for this were not obvious. Yes, we were all saddened by the losses in our group, but there was something else here… Some kind of anxiety, a feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Even the fact that our positions were fortified better than ever didn’t give me any optimism. Everyone silently went about their business, and only one old woman tried to stir things up. This time, Dagr was on duty and carefully surveyed the area around the camp. At some point, he heard footsteps and panting behind him. Turning around, he saw his acquaintance from yesterday.
- You should go away from here, - Dagr blurted out before the old woman could open her mouth.
- No way, - grumbled the old woman, - I got here with such difficulty, and I'm not going anywhere! I've been watching you for a long time. I see how you secretly leave into the forest at night. Have you decided to betray us?
- Don't try to shame me here! I am guided by my own personal interests.
- What kind of damn personal interests? You can only survive in a group; without it, you are nothing! Listen, tell me what is that thing in your hand called? My memory is failing me, and I don't have the strength anymore. And I want to solve a crossword puzzle; they promise a microwave as a prize!
- (face palm)…
- All the cells are empty, except for this one where there’s the letter “K”!
- My "thing" doesn't fit here, - Dagr replied sharply and began to turn his back on the crossword enthusiast. She looked closely at him and shook her head disapprovingly.
- At least comb your hair, it's embarrassing!
- I wear it however I want!
Turning his gaze towards the slope, Dagr was stunned. While he was distracted by solving crosswords, a huge crowd of infected people were heading towards the camp and were already approaching it. The alarm was raised too late; the infected were already at the gate. In a frantic rush, we gathered all the weapons we had and prepared to defend ourselves. A hail of machine-gun fire rained down on the living dead, but it wasn't enough to stop the onslaught. Eventually, we had to engage in close combat with whatever we could find. The infected attacked from all sides, and only our orderly formation and mutual support allowed us to hold out for some time. Perhaps we would have been able to withstand without losses, but then they appeared… Waiting for the right moment, they attacked us from behind when no one expected it! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blade pierce Drakkosha’s body. We all suddenly froze, staring at her, and she just turned around and, seeing the Chinese woman in front of her, said with a smile: "Hey, what's up? Peace, bro!"
This phrase slightly surprised the head of the order, but literally a moment later, she struck Drakkosha another, fatal blow. Drakkosha only managed to say the words “Francisco Lerma” before collapsing to the ground. The pressure of the infected from the other side quickly brought us back to reality after the shock of what we had seen. Someone from our group immediately pointed his revolver at the killer, but, hesitating for a moment, he lost an arm and fell to the ground, writhing in pain and bleeding profusely. With another swing of the sword, the Chinese woman cut Ment in two, who, being not much of a fighter, was defending himself from one of the infected with compliments. Several living dead rushed at him and began to devour Ment’s upper half. WishmasteR tried to save his comrade, but in his old age, he no longer had the strength. The infected switched from Ment to him and tore him to shreds. Even the tattoo with the sign of "Pacifica" did not survive. Among them was her... The one who was recently with us. The head of the order was already intending to strike the next blow, but suddenly something stopped her. Not wanting to risk herself, she retreated together with her followers while we continued to defend ourselves against the living dead attacking from all sides. Ment, still alive, shouted after her: “Don't leave me; I want to be with you!”, but the Chinese woman paid no attention to this.
Finally, we killed all the attackers. We couldn't save Ment; in his last request, he asked to tell I. Yu. Moskvitina about his heroic deeds if we ever met her. The life of another person is not yet threatened, although he lost an arm. But the third victim is currently in critical condition, and I fear he won't live long…





Fighting for survival:
1. Anguilla - Gekasan_RU
3. Jamaica - Dagr
4. Aruba - Uranium235
5. Laccadive Islands - Fragment
6. Cuba - Gur / Kent305
9. Corsica - Alexeagle
12. Singapore (island) - Sesame
14. Maldives - Last_Hero / Zlobny Yashchur
15. Zanzibar - SnowmanV2

Survived:
2. Bora Bora - Heroist
10. Nusa Lembongan - Kent305
7. Lofoten Islands - Zlobny Yashchur
16. Maui - KindShaman
8. Malta - Ment
11. Seychelles - Drakkosha
13. Fiji - WishmasteR

THE DAY BEGINS