Chapter 31: The Island of Traps
Location: Secret Armory, Island Bunker – Day 6, Early Morning
The heavy metal doors groaned open, revealing rows of weapons stacked on rusted shelves—still gleaming with deadly promise.
Akash's jaw dropped.
"Bro... this looks like a GTA warehouse."
Sid gave a half-smile, running his fingers over a row of rifles.
Shiva picked up a compact SMG, inspecting it like a science teacher with a new lab tool.
Behind them, the old man coughed and stepped inside.
"Enough admiring," he said. "Time to learn."
With crisp precision, he introduced each weapon like a drill sergeant turned professor:
"This—AK-47. Reliable. Brutal."
"This—MP5. Close range. Fast."
"Shotguns—good for traps."
"Grenades. Use only if you're ready for fireworks."
For hours, bullets were replaced with knowledge.
Guns became tools.
The students became tacticians.
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Later That Day – Jungle Perimeter, Island
Sweat poured down Sid's face as he and Shiva worked like men possessed—ropes, metal scraps, drone parts, and grenades strewn around them like a scrapyard sculpted for war.
They had one mission:
Turn the island into a death maze.
Their minds moved like machines.
They chained together five AK-47s into a makeshift auto-turret.
Strung tripwires from fishing line to grenade pins—one wrong step, and it was chaos.
Buried pressure bombs beneath leaves.
Hid sharpened spikes in camouflaged pits.
Built diversion traps—smoke bombs, noise blasts from rewired speakers.
Even junk they couldn't use?
They melted it. Sharpened it. Wired it.
Trash became terror.
This wasn't just war.
It was an exam.
Syllabus: survival.
Lesson plan: destruction.
By sunset, Akash collapsed beside a mess of wires, soaked in sweat and dirt.
"This is insane," he muttered. "These traps... they feel like something out of a video game."
Sid wiped his forehead, eyes steady.
"Yeah. But this ain't a game. In games, you get extra lives.
Here... you only get one."
Silence.
The jungle breathed around them.
Leaves rustled like whispers of what was coming.
The traps were set.
The weapons were loaded.
The training was over.
But one problem remained—heavier than all the guns combined.
Shiva stood slowly, voice low.
"If these traps are going to work... someone has to act as bait."
The group froze.
No one moved.
No one blinked.
The weight of that sentence dropped like a hammer—
Not because they didn't understand.
But because they did.
Eyes met in silence. Fear flickered behind bravado.
Even warriors hesitate at the edge of sacrifice.
Sid looked down at his hands—cut, burned, steady.
He didn't speak. Not yet.
But he was thinking.
Because whoever stepped forward…
might not come back.
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Narrator Voice:
"The island is wired for war. Every tree hides a trigger. Every step could bring fire. But for the plan to work… someone must walk into the lion's mouth—and pray they don't get swallowed whole."