Death is Only the Beginning

WTH

Casey was definitely the first one to make it to the island, her eyes wide as she took in the fog, boring landscape and the forest at the end of it. The ferryman had been very gracious as she went across, assuring her that the rest of the women expected would most probably be on the next ferry in two hours as it was the last one. He also gave her directions to the holiday house as she thanked him politely, happy that she had packed so light. It was a good thirty minute hike at least, the trail at least clearly marked and showing the way to her relief. At least she hadn't managed to get herself lost but with the small size of it that probably would have been improbable anyway. It was completely different to how she had imagined it. Had Sandra lied to her? That sneaky conniving cow. 

It was a warm day and she found herself wiping the sweat from her forehead as she continued slightly uphill, suitcase trailing behind her. When she reached the home she stopped in her tracks, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. It most definitely was not a mansion, in fact it didn't even come close to how Sandy had described it she thought rather bitterly. Instead it was a large two story wooden cabin with large windows and front porch. To her it was quant and quite lovely but she was willing to bet it was not what everyone had been expecting. It was not a mansion by any means whatsoever. At least it looked and felt homely. It was quaint.lovely at least to her eyes as she stared up at it. 

Casey made her way to the front door and knocked, nobody answering as she tried the handle and finding it unlocked, the door making a large creaking sound as it slowly opened as she twisted the knob. It was dark inside, no lights on as she made her way into the entry way, eyes trying to adjust, calling out "hello anybody there" in case someone else had gotten here earlier. There was no answer and she sighed, looking around and finally spotting a light switch. At least it had modern amenities she thought cheerfully and took the opportunity to explore a little while. Mind you Sandra would have never even thought of having to use the outside for her toilet. She giggled at the look that would have appeared on her face at the very mention of it. 

The light flickered to life above her and she debated whether to continue exploring downstairs or to continue upstairs and claim a room. The sweat still dripping from her made her decision for her, making her way up the thick wooden stairs and quickly finding a light at the top which lit up the entire hallway of rooms. Now then what room should she take? She had forgotten to ask Sandra if they had assigned rooms or if it was a case of first in first served. She shrugged. Casey figured she could always move all of her stuff out later if she had to. Besides they were probably the same anyway, at least in size and amenities. As long as it had a bed, bathroom with a shower toilet and sink then she was good as gold. It didn't take much to make her happy. 

She took in the multiple doors all of them closed as she began to creep down the hall, to her surprise people's names taped to the door. Assigned rooms then she concluded. She reached the end and found Sandra's name, opening the door and walking into a large bedroom. Although the cabin was quite basic on the outside, the rooms were evidently luxurious on the inside.  Casey had a four poster bed all to herself with lilac linen and a pastel yellow quilt. A white dresser sat against the wall for her clothes and a tv sat on top, a dvd player also next to it. A desk leaned against the side wall with drawers and some novels on a shelf above. Casey was in heaven, opening the second door adjacent with curiosity and hoping it was what she thought it might be. 

She almost squealed at the novelty of having her own bathroom, fully prepared to be sharing. She took in the large shower with a removeable showerhead, massive bathtub and plain sink. Towels were hung on the rails and there was plenty of space in the vanity with drawers for her toiletries. When she got back she would have to think Sandra profusely as this house was awesome. Not to Sandra's taste though she suspected, her roommate was quite snobby, only ever dressing in designer clothes and expensive jewellery and shoes. She'd actually been surprised that Sandra even wanted a roommate but she'd explained that she got bored on her own. The fact that Casey worked so many hours had been a bonus to Sandra because it meant they spent very little time in each other's company, something that suited them both. More than suited them both she thought wrily. Maybe it was time to consider moving out and finding another place with roomates? 

She turned the shower on and stepped under the warm water, moaning as the water washed over her body in a steady stream, her knotted muscles relaxing as she stood there for what was an extremely long time. Casey didn't care, there was nothing she needed to do or anything requiring her attention so she would spend as long as she wanted in the shower, her eyes staring directly at the bathtub that she would be using next time. She only stepped out when her fingers turned all pruny and the steam began to make her eyes water. Even then it took all of her willpower to leave the shower and turn the water off. 

The towel was extremely soft and fluffy, so large that it completely covered her from head to toe, her feet sinking into the thick warm carpet as she made her way to the suitcase and opened it trying to decide what to wear. She settled on some denim shorts that were short without being too short (she didn't want her butt showing at all, self conscious about her body) and an oversize t-shirt with a picture of a large Pitbull on it. It was her favourite shirt and so comfortable, Her hair she tied back into a damp ponytail, her feet sliding into some pull on sneakers. Done. Now what she thought? She could read a book maybe or go hiking but it was hot and she dismissed that idea. Maybe she should find the kitchen and something to eat? Sandra had said food was provided but did that mean there was a chef or were they meant to take turns cooking? Casey couldn't remember. Oh well who cared. Casey could cook. She was no chef extroadinare but she was decent enough in the kitchen to make a meal out of scratch. She wondered if the other women were capable of cooking as well, not excited at the prospect of cooking for such a large number all weekend if it did turn out they didn't have a cook assigned. Besides she was still wondering how it was that a huge number of people were not only coming on the ferry but would fit in this house as well. There hadn't been a massive amount of names on the doors and there could only be so much bedrooms in this place. 

She tucked her phone into her pocket and grabbed her headphones. She could always listen to some music as she explored she figured, In the meantime she'd go through the rooms downstairs and find some food for her hungry stomach. She had just made it out into the hallway when the front door slammed open and a myriad of angry voices talking amongst each other sounded. Looks like the rest of the girls were here thought Casey, preparing herself to go down and meet a bunch of stranger's she didn't know and hoping that at the very least they would be polite and civil to one another. Knowing Sandra's temperament though, she suspected that would be longshot. Still she would at least introduce herself and take it from there. Reserve her judgement until she had introduced herself to them at least.