"Special words were made so that The Other could speak to the forbidden things, ones that were made by The Other.

'What is enslavement?' The forbidden thing, another of those ones, spoke to The Other.

'That shall be thy name, then. And you shall be forbidden to man.' The Other replied.

Thus it was so the thirteenth was born.

And the thirteenth one that was forbidden unto man then was put into the place with all of the other things that were forbidden to man already. And The Other smiled at this and continued to make another.

And of course, many more."

The words rang out among the followers that were in the big church tent through loudspeakers. It had to be about a hundred degrees in the shade. There were still half a dozen tourists left, although battered and bruised.

The tourists were all survivors from earlier, but not for long. They knew now that there was no getting out of this alive. The preacher-priest guy was still going on and on naming all of the different sins created by their cult-god The Other, whatever it was. There were a lot of them.

"You know what?" a tourist-survivor whispered out loud. The blond, she still had the empty shotgun. They knew better than to interrupt her, she would just talk louder. It was a wonder she was still alive except...except the drying, congealed blood on the butt of the shotgun she was holding. Although the weapon was unloaded, she had clubbed someone to-death with it, already. She was the soldier of the tourist-survivors. All of them were tough, but she could do what had to get done.

"What?" Jenga asked. His accent had made the ladies purr for him back on the cruise, but now it was a nuisance. He had dropped the act.

"I forgot what I was gonna say." the blond had indeed raised her voice just above a whisper, from where they were all hiding.

Nobody had caught her name, they had been too busy running for their lives.

"What?" Jenga cringed as he asked.

"Well except we have got to fuck-up these creeps." The blond was talking.

"We shouldn't" Jenga urged her to keep quiet, with a gesture.

"Fine...except what if we like...set them all on fire in that tent they are in?" She suggested.

"No, how would we do that?" Jenga asked.

"Would you two shut up?" The cook begged Jenga and the blond. "Your going to get us all killed if they hear you."

"Yeah, fine." the blond agreed. She was patting-catching her shotgun-club like a baseball player.

The tourist survivor's were following Skipper around the tent. They had to kill one guard already, but now if they were spotted they would be up against the entire cult. They headed around the front side of the huge pilings, hoping not to be noticed. When they got to the front end there were no guards. They only patrolled this part of the island.

"There has got to be something else on this island, some other place, a town or something." Skipper insisted, when they were finally clear of the cult. They kept going until they had reached a road. A car was coming.

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"Maybe it is someone who can help us." Audrey said. She was the old lady among the group of tourist-survivors that were still alive.

"Yeah, and maybe it is the cultists come to find us for killing that guard." Padre replied. He had the handgun still after the fight between Marko and Freidman. Freidman was dead now, though, the first one of the survivors to perish since the original disaster on the cruise.

"I will go out alone and see. It is the best chance we get." Marko volunteered. He was a brave kid. He didn't wait for anyone's approval, he just went out into the road and stopped the car. It was dusk and they got out with a look of concern, two guys.

"Are there anyone else?" a guy asked.

"Nope." Marko was smart. That question probably meant they were cultists.

"Oh, well let us just take a look around and see if there is anyone else lurking about." the second guy from-the-car spoke up, pulling out a flashlight in the glowering gloom. The tropical vegetation provided ample cover for the rest of the tourist-survivors. He started to intentionally look for them.

Marko suddenly bolted, strait for where the blond was hiding. He just kept going. Only one of the guys went after him, the second cultist waiting by the car.

The blond got him. It wasn't very nice. When she had finished him off the second cultist came running up to her. He had an uzi. He started shooting at her right-away, bits of the tropical jungle being blown to bits by all the bullets that missed her, except a few.

She landed in a heap behind some mossy logs in some vines. She had been shot up and soon bled out. Meanwhile the four survivor-tourists that were left, took off running.

"Damnation!" The cultist gave up on Marko, leaving the kid to fend for himself in the jungle, with the mutant-snakes and everything. He went back for his car, got in and started going after them. They might reach the fishing village or the town of Escabar. He had to stop them.

Soon the survivor-tourists found themselves scattering back into the vegetation of the jungle as the headlights of the car got past them.

"That was close." Skipper said as everyone came out of their hiding places.

"What about Marko?" Audrey asked.

"He could already be dead. We have to go on. We will send out help to find him when we reach somewhere on this island." Padre replied.

"We have to go on? What if there is nothing. We would be better off here." Jenga argued.

"Those cultists are looking for us, that means they are worried we could escape, otherwise they would take their time and hunt us down." Skipper told Jenga.

Then they all continued on foot until they had been walking for hours. Up ahead was the car, and it was just sitting there.

"Oh no, now what?" Audrey asked.

"We should hide." Skipper decided.

"Too late! Hands up." The cultist had caught them. They had an uzi aimed at them and they did it. "Good, now run into the jungle."

They had no choice and they ran into the jungle. The cultist started shooting at them as soon as they were in the foliage.

He got Audrey in her leg and then he put two into the back of Skipper, who fell near where Audrey was crawling. "Help!" She called to Padre and Jenga but they left her there.

"I'll come back for you." The cultist told Audrey. He followed Padre's trail a little ways until he caught up to him. Then there was a burst from the uzi and surely he had killed Padre. Then he came back, looking for Jenga's trail into the jungle.

Audrey lay there like she was dying and he again left her there. Then she got up and tried to go for the road, hoping to get as far as she could from him. She had not been as badly injured as it might have seemed, for she was able to walk on her shot leg with some difficulty and a lot of pain.

Soon the cultist had found Jenga and killed him as well. Then he came back looking for Audrey. She was on the road and he wouldn't be far behind. Audrey could see that another car was coming. Or rather it was the same car. The cultist's car.

It was coming towards her and she was in the headlights. She stood there, pretty much giving up. The car rolled up alongside her and the passenger side door was opened from inside. It was Marko in the cultist's car.

Driving. He had been following them along and had found it unlocked, keys in the ignition. Perhaps the cultist had planned to use the car as a deathtrap for them all, hoping they would be stupid enough to walk up to it and everything. He'd had to switch tactics when they were smarter than that.

"Get in, Granny." Marko told Audrey. She started to climb into the car when the cultist opened fire with his uzi. He hit the car a few times but not Audrey. She managed to get in, the pain from using her shot leg was a grind, but she got into the car.

The stolen car disappeared into the twisting road through the jungle, making their getaway.