@slrynn for the event
The island was weird, sure. But no weirder than the Hotel Valhalla in his opinion. Just as much death and nonsense. All around him, it seemed like he saw remains of a bloody battle, as if Ragnarok had come early while he had been reading. It was like seeing through the Gap though. One minute, he could see the ruins, and then next, nothing. The totally normal island.
With a tired sigh, he started looking around for people to help. There were plenty. He started by heading straight for the giant hole, since it was an obvious land marker.
“Clearly, I’m still on the island.” He muttered to himself. Everyone seemed to be running around like chickens without their heads, as if trapped in their own personal doomsday. And yeah, he could hear the wolves, and it made his knees buckle and threaten to give out under him, but he knew he was destined to die elsewhere.
He spotted someone cowering, and raised his hands slowly so they could see he wasn’t dangerous. Sure the trash can lid could make some mean noise to distract the wolves if needed, but otherwise, he was defenseless. And he didn’t like that. “Hey, can you tell me what you see?”