You weren't certain how long you had been stranded on Skull Island. You'd been hired to lead an expedition and soon found yourself the only survivor. Eventually you'd stumbled upon Hank Marlow and the Iwi. While you lived behind the Iwi's wall, you had made your own shelter so you could have your own space. For the most part you were left alone though several of the children would visit frequently. You also saw a lot of Hank. 

As for the tribe, you had been dubbed the Slayer. Or so Hank told you. They didn't talk so you had no idea how he knew this but you took his word for it. You'd hunted more than one thing that got past the wall. It didn't happen often but it was terrifying when it did. Oddly enough you had also managed to befriend the giant ape known as Kong. Or maybe it wasn't so odd as you'd saved him from the many tentacles of a giant octopus once upon a time. 

But today, for the first time in a long time, you had hope. Helicopters had flown overhead in the early morning light as they idiotically bombed your island. Who bombs an island without knowing what inhabited it first? Kong was in a fine fury and you were doing your best to avoid him until you knew exactly what was going on. At the moment you were gathering your things, determined to get the hell off this island even if you had to piece a helicopter back together with your own two hands. 

"Where are you going?" Hank asked from behind you. 

You glanced over your shoulder and gave him a smile. "I'm going home. You coming?"

He snorted a laugh. "There's no getting off this island. You know that. I told you that."

You shrugged as you sealed up the top of your pack. "Never had a helicopter crash here before. It's worth a shot."

"You can't go out there. Are you crazy? You know what's out there," he argued. 

"I do. I've killed most of them at least once." You sighed and gave him a look that begged him to understand. "I can't stay here, Hank. I'd rather die trying to get home than waste away behind that wall."

"What, like me?" He threw his hands up in the air in disgust and stormed away from your little home.

"Hank! I didn't mean it like that," you argued but he just continued to walk away. You kicked a rock down the hill. "Damn it." You didn't want to leave Hank here. You guessed you'd just have to find a way out of here and come back for him. 

***

(Conrad's POV)

This was why he didn't like the words uncharted and unknown when it came to expeditions. They only led to death as he well knew. So now he was leading a group of soldiers and civilians through the jungle looking for a way home. If they could just get to the extraction point they'd be okay, but they had no transportation and no idea where they were. 

Suddenly, they came upon ruins in the middle of the trees and were instantly alert. For all the good it did as they quickly found themselves surrounded by natives. Quiet, angry natives.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. No need for that," a man in an old flight suit and long, scruffy beard hurried out of the ruins with his hands stretched to the sides.  "Everybody keep their wigs on."

James looked the man over as he continued to talk about how he couldn't believe they were there and how long he'd been on the island. Dear lord, this man had been here since World War II. Obviously the natives had helped him survive but how healthy could his mental state possibly be?

As if to prove the point, the man who had introduced himself as Hank Marlow said, "But you're real, right? Now, come on. We got to get home. Slayer will be so excited to meet you."

"Slayer?" James questioned. That didn't sound promising at all.

Hank chuckled. "Oh, yeah. You'll like her. She's a little crazy but you'll like her. Besides you don't want to be out here at night."

What choice did they have but to follow?

***

You moved across the field easily, keeping an eye out for danger but the big ape in your wake wasn't likely to let anything hurt you. You'd gone in search of Kong when you left the wall and found one of the water buffalos trapped under a copter. Now you were leading him back so he could save the creature. 

He picked up the helicopter like it was a toy and the buffalo moved away. You watched it leave then realized Kong was staring at something. You followed his line of sight to see a woman gaping up at him. Before you could say anything, Kong tossed the copter to the side, breaking it into more pieces. You frowned up at him. "Damn it, you ape. How am I supposed to fix it if you break it even worse?" He grunted at you then turned to walk off. 

You turned back to the woman still gaping after him. "He's something, ain't he?" you asked, your voice slightly muffled by the bandana you wore across the lower half of your face. It filtered the air so you didn't breathe in spores or small insects. This island was full of weird shit.

She blinked at you a couple of times. "You...he..."

You nodded. "Yeah, me Y/N. Him Kong. You?"

"W-weaver. Mason Weaver." 

Your gaze darted between her face and her camera before you narrowed your eyes. "Did you come out here without a weapon?" 

The woman's cheeks reddened and you cursed under your breath. "Where's Hank?"

"Uh...he's working on the boat with the others."

"How many of you are there?" 

"There's six in our group. There may be more somewhere else on the island, but that's who we have with us."

You nodded once as you thought. The copters weren't going anywhere. You might as well stick with this group until you were sure they weren't getting off the island. Suddenly you realized the shadows were getting longer. "We better go. It's getting darker." You started for the wall and she fell into step beside you. 

"How long have you been here?" she asked. 

You shrugged. "You'd have to ask Hank. I don't see the point in keeping track. That kind of shit will drive you mad."

"Well, how did you end up here?"

Your eyes darted over to her and you sighed. It wouldn't hurt to answer the question you supposed. "A group of men wanted to come explore the island. They were certain there was treasure here or something, who knows. I didn't ask, I just wanted to get paid. My man and I usually worked together but he was gone on another job that I wasn't needed on. It was supposed to be quick, easy, they said. Obviously they were full of shit."

You had made it to the other side of the wall at this point and leaned your back against it to finish talking to her. "We brought in a modified boat. It went down on the way to the island. There was me and two other survivors. One was gone by the end of the day. The other lasted three."

Her brows arched. After a long moment she managed to say, "Wow."

Pushing yourself away from the wall, you headed toward your shelter. "Tell Hank, Slayer has dinner tonight would you?"

"Wait, you're Slayer?" she yelled after you.

"The one and only."

***

You carried the basket of cooked meat and fresh fruit to where Hank and the others were. Hearing them talking, you slowed so you could listen.

"So, this Slayer you mentioned. What's she like?" a man asked.

Hank chuckled. "She's something else.  Did you see that little hut up the hill today, kind of off by itself? That's hers. She's not what you'd call sociable."

You rolled your eyes. 

"How did she get the name Slayer?" a heavily accented, familiar voice asked and you froze even as your heart raced. It couldn't be him. The fates simply weren't that kind to you.

"She's killed about everything on this island at least once. Protects the village when things get through the wall. She's lethal," Hank explained, sounding like a proud father.

"Sounds like a good person to have on our side," that voice came again and you closed your eyes. 

Stepping into the light you put down the basket and got the bag of makeshift bread off your shoulder. A man in a blue t-shirt was walking over to where Weaver stood by her camera. You'd know that back anywhere. James Conrad. The love of your life.

You placed a finger to your lips telling Hank to be quiet as you followed behind. Nervousness gnawed at your belly. What if he'd moved on without you?

"Isn't it odd the most dangerous places are always the most beautiful?" he said as he came to a stop beside Weaver, the two of them watching the light show in the night sky.

"I'm trying to take a long exposure photograph but my flashlight broke," the woman said.

You took another step forward as James pulled out his father's lighter and handed it to her. "Try this."

"Thank you." She made her adjustments then looked at the engraving on the side. "Royal air force?"

"It was his father's," you said before he had a chance to respond. "He threw it from the train as he rolled off to fight the nazis."

James spun, shock distorting his features. "Y/N?"

You nodded unable to say anything further. Tears ran freely down your face as he took two long strides in your direction and swept you up into his arms. Embracing each other fiercely, you both dropped to your knees. You pulled back to look at him, laying your hand on the side of his face. 

Tears to match your own, ran down his face as well. "I thought you were dead. This whole time, I thought I lost you," he said. 

You shook your head. "I was right here, baby. The whole time."

He pressed his lips to yours in a long yearned for kiss. When he moved away, it was only to press more sweet kisses all over your face. You both laughed with relief and happiness. 

"She never greeted me that way," Hank grumbled from his spot causing you to laugh again.

"I take it you two know each other?" an older man with dark hair and a mustache asked.

James wiped his hands across his cheeks as he wore the biggest grin you'd ever seen. "Everyone, I'd like to introduce Y/N Conrad. My wife."

***

A/N: Part 2, maybe? What do you guys think??