The Thorne islands, one of the party capitals in the world, was different for his hometown within the forests of Washington. The sun was out for most of the time spent at the island; while at home, you'd only see it for a couple days. It was odd for Sean Bradley but, he got used to it as he went to the islands with some friends. His friends were at the parties, drinking too much alcohol and smoking enough weed to make them see cars talk to other cars. 

Such, Sean smoked pot (it was legal in his home state); but, he never drink anything that had alcohol or smoked cigarettes of any brand. He was having fun on the island, a trap for tourists to fall into. The island was beautiful and unlike any other island around the world (besides Hawaii); but, the people would rather go to parties than watch the waves as the sun set. He went some of the parties with friends, but he felt like an outcast in those parties. People would bet on who can drink the most beers or just talking selfies while drunk. It wasn't that fun for him.

He stayed at the resort ('the one that's the best on the island', according to his friends) and waited until they would call him to get them back to their rooms and pass out. If his friend didn't call or didn't want him to get them, he would leave the resort and do his own thing. He would look around the island, talk to the natives, and even when to the 'rich side' of the island. He had been in Thorne islands for a couple months now with friends, he missed his feel of the cool rain. His pale skin was now tanned, due to the sun's rays, and most of the money was gone.

Now, it was time to go back home; but, he need to get a gift for his mother and sister. A seashell necklace for them both to wear around. The shells were almost had the similar colors, size, and shape. He didn't care to get them the best one; but, just to get something for the island would make them happy. A happy tone played at the gift shop as he grabbed the bag with the seashells in it and began to walk out. It was until he heard one gunshot and then another one and then the tone was lost as he began to hear a shit ton of gunshots.

Then he saw a bus, near the water, on fire as the gunshots were ringing around the gift shop. He quickly dropped his bag, carefully, as he walked back inside and took a minute to process what just happened. People either in the gift shop or working left the shop as the bus blew up. He just heard gunshots and saw a bus being destroyed in the matter of second and he and everyone else was caught in the middle of this shit storm. The peaceful islands quickly turned into a war zone as the gunshot and screaming began. And a minute ago, he was ready to leave this place to go home and he realized that he might never returned.

He also realized that his friends were in this shit hole somewhere, as the loud musics for a party would most likely to block out the gunshots and the screaming outside. Shit. That was all he could say as he processed all of those things in. He wanted to cry and collapse; but, if he did that, he would get a bullet to the head. Maybe he could do that, when he's back at the resort and in his room.

He grabbed the bag and then saw a guy in the water, trying to not die. Sean couldn't let the guy with the tattoos get shot, so he waved his hands towards the sky. His bag was in his hand as he waved them around and then he jumped a couple times, hoping that the guy could see him and rush towards the gift shop.