And yet, a little earlier in the day, she had not been able to look at it without shivering...

Vera frowned, shooing the thought away. Why ponder about it anymore? What was the need? It was all over. Everyone was scattered across the island, lifeless – except her. She smiled to herself as she thought, Because I was smart, that’s why... She took one last look around where she was, then headed inside.

The house was too quiet, the result of everyone being dead. Vera still hadn’t quite figured out who was killing everybody, but she knew it wasn’t her. The only reason she was alive was because she looked out for only herself. The others were distracted by everyone else, causing them to be taken down, one by one. At the end, though, Vera knew better than to trust Lombard. She knew, if she hadn’t fired, that the man would’ve taken back the weapon and shot her.

“Strange,” she wondered aloud, coming back to reality. “The hallway light looks dimmer than usual.” Suddenly, she felt her stomach growl. Yes, she was hungry, but not that hungry, right? As if answering her, her stomach growled once more. Vera nodded to herself as she made her way to the kitchen, cutting through the dining room. As she was walking around the table, a small light caught her eye. Vera halted, turning to it’s source. There, on the table before her, were three little Indians, resting peacefully.

Vera made her way over to the table and shoved two Indians off the small platform they were on, hearing them crash to the floor. “You’re behind the times, my dears.” She picked up the last figure and laughed. “You can come with me. We’ve won, my dear!” Suddenly, the hallway light began to flicker on and off. Vera stood there, dazed by the lights. Soon, she lost control, and felt herself climb up the stairs.

Vera turned to her room and gasped. There, hanging perfectly in the center of her room, was a rope with a noose. She was all but aware how the last figure slipped out her hand; She barely noticed. Like it was nothing, Vera moved forward, climbing onto the chair sitting underneath the rope. She adjusted the noose around her neck, looking straight ahead. She took one last breath and –

“Hello?” A man’s voice rang in Vera’s ears. “Is anyone here?” There were a few more voices repeating what the first man had said, while Vera shuddered at the thought of what she was about to do. Vera hurriedly took noose off from around her neck, grasping at it gently. She breathed in once more before running down the stairs. The whole time, though, she had a terrible feeling she was being watched.

“Hello?!” The man called out, a little closer.

“I’m here!” Vera cried. She toppled onto the man, hugging him tightly. She closed her eyes, enjoying the company she hadn’t had for a long time. The man wheezed slightly as Vera let go, brushing off her skirt. He fixed his cap and said, “We’re here because we saw the S O S signals. Did you send them?”

“No, I didn’t,” Vera answered.

“Oh.”

“But I’m glad you saw them, because I actually needed some official help.”

“Oh?”

“There has been nine murders on this Indian Island, all of them done by a U. N. Owen, a person no one knows but who invited them to this island.”

“...Mhmm...”

“And I’m the last one left. The murders went by a poem, and... It was like it was just a game to the psycho.”

“...Mhmm...”

“One little Indian boy left all alone. He hanged himself and then there were none. I was just about to do that!” Vera paused, frowning. “But, then you came in. That murderer plays mind games, you know.”

“...Mhmm...” Vera crossed her arms, eyeing her rescuer carefully.

“Is that all you’re going to say? ...Mhmm...?”

“...Mhmm...” Vera sighed, growing inpatient at the man’s behavior.

“Look –” Vera was interrupted by a shout from one of the boy scouts. The boy hurried to the man and Vera, gasping for air.

“Someone has been spotted! Should we follow him?” Vera watched as the man chewed on his lip in concentration. He looked at Vera for a second and asked, “You said everyone on the island was dead, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then, yes. We follow him.” A few people went after the shadowy figure. Vera shut her eyes, hoping this was all just a bad dream. But she knew it wasn’t. “We’ve got him! We’ve got him!” Vera looked up to see two people struggling to keep grip on a man who looked fired up. The one who was caught tried to break free, but couldn’t. After a long time, the one captured stood still. Vera made her way over to the one in the other men’s arms and gasped.

“Wargrave?” She felt as if her head was spinning, taking a deep breath to calm down. How could this be? “But... I thought you were dead!” He was killed earlier! He couldn’t have been raised from the dead, could he? Something inside Vera’s mind clicked. Armstrong must’ve been in on the murderer’s plan. They were working together! But Armstrong was dead...

Justice Wargrave laughed a low laugh, not even trying to break free, anymore. “I guess not, eh?” Seemingly without having to use any energy, he flung the two men holding him into the dirt. He laughed once more as he pulled out two revolvers, one in each hand. He twitched with nervousness as he cocked the guns, pointing the two weapons at all the people surrounding him.

“You can’t get me!” He roared, looking even more crazy than before. Vera shuddered, knowing this was the actual end. She took a slow, long breath before closing her eyes. “You can’t get me!”

Wargrave pointed one of the guns to his head and pulled the trigger...