Massacre at Paradise Beach
Avery Sam
Massacre at Paradise Beach
by Avery Sam
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by Avery Sam
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Instincts
Recon
Hero
Heaven’s Gates
A Special Moment
Contained
Security
Also by Avery Sam
Instincts
The one secret I’ve never been able to tell anyone is how I lost my virginity thanks to a bunch of terrorists.
My dad was a careerist in the Foreign Service, which means that he spent his life working as a diplomat on behalf of the United States.
My friends used to joke around and call him “Ambassador,” which always made him laugh, but the truth is that, at least in America, ambassadors are purely political positions. The Foreign Service, on the other hand, is a meritocratic bureaucracy where you have to pass tests and otherwise do stuff to qualify, but I digress.
When me and my sister were little, we used to follow him from posting to posting, but eventually my mom got tired of it, so we set up permanent shop in the suburbs just outside of Washington, D.C., which is where I grew up. But during the summer that I lost my virginity, we went to visit him in [redacted] for a kind of extended holiday slash family get-together.
Officially, you’re supposed to refer to countries like [redacted] as a “developing nation,” but everyone I knew referred to them as "third world shitholes."
The sad thing is that they’re pretty much all alike - a tiny group of disgustingly wealthy and corrupt elites who live life in luxury while the rest of their countrymen have to wade through open sewers to get to their tin-shack houses.
Both to avoid getting contaminated with disease as well as to reduce the chance of an uprising, the elites always live in a section of the capital that’s walled off from the rest of the population.
They enjoy quite a good life there with everything from schools to shops. Invariably, the elites also control the international airport, and so the foreigners who come in, especially diplomats like my dad, make the practical choice of staying inside that bubble.
If there’s a coastline, there’s also invariably one or more luxury resorts which are popular with the local elites as well as where the foreigners go.
Honestly, you can condemn people like us for staying there, but it’s just not safe to go anywhere else. And sure, there are armed guards along the perimeter, but when you’re inside, you don’t see any of that - you just enjoy a nice, relaxing time.
On the day the terrorists burst out of the jungle, my dad was in the capital, having some meetings with one of the local ministers I think.
My mom, sister, and I had been at the resort a few days already, soaking up the sun, but my mom and my sister had gone into town to do some shopping, leaving me all alone.
Because a lot of European diplomats and businessmen frequented the resort, there were always a few women sunbathing or frolicking in the waves without their tops on. As a young American guy, it was all very exciting, so I didn’t have any complaints whatsoever when my sister and mom took off that day.
I remember the sun was extremely warm that day, and there was a lovely breeze coming in off the ocean. After enjoying a breakfast of tropical fruits and grilled fish, I changed into my swim trunks and grabbed my towel.
My plan was to maybe try some boogie boarding, but other than that, to just wander around and see how many hot chicks I could spot, with bonus points if they were topless.
It wasn’t too crowded that day, if I remember right, and initially, I didn’t see any women who caught my eye.
I remember there was this one fat guy who had to be European because he was wearing a tiny Speedo-style nutsack and had this big round belly that he wasn’t ashamed of at all. As morning turned into lunch time, I started to see some better prospects, including a couple of young girls standing in the surf, although so far, no bare titties.
Until the terrorists showed up, my biggest concern was what to do about my boners, which were virtually always threatening to poke right through the fabric of my swim trunks.
I basically had a hard-on the entire time I was on the beach, so I ended up tucking it into my waistband and hoping that would disguise it from prying eyes. I’d already jerked off as soon as my mom and sister left, just thinking about what I might see that day, but when you’re a young man being flooded with hormones, nothing can stop you from getting an erection for long.
One minute I was shading my eyes with my hand, scanning for some girls I could wander over to and get a better look at, and the next minute, I heard gunfire and shouting.
At first, I just stood there, unable to really comprehend what was happening. It was only when I saw that fat guy in the Speedos go down, blood dripping out of a massive wound in his head, that I realized that the resort was under attack.
My dad had warned us all that [redacted] was going through some civil unrest, but I hadn’t paid much attention to it. No offense, but third world shitholes like [redacted] are always having some kind of upheaval or another, and I didn’t speak the local language, so none of it meant anything to me.
It was only when the bullets started flying that shit got very real in a hurry.
Most of the foreigners started running toward the resort once the shooting began. I probably would’ve done the same except I saw this young guy standing on the path, dressed in camouflage, holding a rifle and spraying shots everywhere like he was in some kind of action movie. He was only maybe a year or two older than me, and that shocked me somehow more than all the gunfire.
Fearing for my life, I looked around for cover, and that’s when I spotted the equipment shed. It was a rather ramshackle building with weatherbeaten wooden slats that wasn’t really used anymore, but it was better than nothing.
There was a padlock on the outside which was locked, but the hinge had gotten rusty from years of exposure to the salty air, so I was able to yank it off with a couple of frantic tugs.
Once inside, I saw a jumble of discarded items, including some broken boogie boards and other things, but the main thing was I was out of sight.
Shaking like a leaf, I pressed my face up to the slats and watched in horror as the terrorists gunned down this couple in their mid-30s, the wife’s mouth open in surprise as she hit the sand, a bullet having blown off the back half of her skull.
The whole thing was mesmerizing in a grotesque way, the sound of the guns mixed with the people shouting and screaming. I watched as an older terrorist signaled to his guys, and then they began advancing toward the main area of the resort.
The attack probably only lasted a few minutes at most, but it felt like an eternity, and then suddenly, I was all alone, the only sound the crashing of the waves and a few birds squawking off in the distance.
That’s about the time when panic set in. I got down on the ground and cradled my knees in my arms, shaking and moaning as my beleaguered brain started processing everything I had just witnessed.
One minute, I’d been sporting a boner while cruising for good looking babes, and the next, there were dead and dying people strewn across the beach.
What was I going to do? Keep in mind that this all happened in an era long before cell phones, so there was no way for me to call for help.
The terrorists had just overrun the resort, cutting off any avenue of escape. Sure, there was the jungle all around us, but I didn’t know the first thing about how to survive in there, much less how to get to the nearest town.
I was trapped, and the truth was that it was probably only a matter of time before the terrorists discovered me in that shed and killed me.
I was sitting there, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to do when I heard someone sobbing. At first, I thought it was just the wind, but then I realized it was definitely a person.
I stood up and looked through the wooden slats, trying to find the source of the sound. At first, I didn’t see anything, but then I spotted a teenage girl in a bikini, crying and wailing as she pulled on the arm of an older woman who was lying face down in the sand.
I remained frozen for a long moment, and then my gentleman instincts kicked in.
Recon
I ran out of the equipment shed and over to the girl.
She was speaking in a foreign language, so I couldn’t understand what she was saying, but it was abundantly clear that the old woman next to her was dead.
Fearing that the terrorists would return at any moment and murder us, I had to use all my strength to pull the girl away, and then I half carried her back to the equipment shed.
“Holy shit,” I said once we were inside, panting from the effort. “You got to be quiet.”
“But that’s my nonna,” said the girl, tears streaming down her face. “She needs help.”
“Look, I’m sorry, but she’s dead,” I said.
The girl took one look at me and then began wailing at the top of her lungs. I had to clamp my hand over her mouth and hold her up in my arms for a long moment until at least she finally calmed down enough for me to risk letting her breathe normally. Her pupils were still dilated, but she didn’t scream when I let her go, so I chalked that up as a win.
“What’s happening?” said the girl, her eyes as wide as saucers.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But I think some terrorists just took over the resort.”
“Oh my god,” said the girl, her whole body shaking.
Both to calm myself down as well as her, I embraced her in a hug. Her skin was warm from being out in the sun, and under other circumstances, I would’ve been in heaven because she was quite an attractive young woman, her lithe body golden brown. Thankfully, my boner was just as scared as she was.
Once we were both breathing normally, I let her go. I kept my ears cocked, listening for more sounds of gunfire or perhaps the police responding, but it was all quiet from the direction of the resort.
With nothing else to do, I began pacing around the equipment shed, still in a quandary as to how to escape. The girl, meanwhile, sat down with her legs crossed and began muttering to herself.
I was a pretty good swimmer in those days without an ounce of fat on me, so I thought about trying to swim around the coast to go get help. The problem was I had no idea what lay beyond the resort. For all I knew, it might be dozens of miles or jungle before I got to the next village, and the village might be full of rebel sympathizers.
I thought about maybe making some kind of raft out of all the broken bits of boogie boards, but that didn’t seem feasible either.
For one, the waves were rather high that day, and two, there was still the same problem that I didn’t have any idea where to go. I’d never once bothered to study a map of [redacted].
I’d been bopping along to my music on the drive up to the resort and didn’t even know how to get to the capital by road, much less fuck around with some risky adventure on the high seas.
Stuck in that equipment shed, time seemed to pass by really slowly. If you discounted the bodies on the sand, it seemed like another lovely day at the beach. Meanwhile, it was getting hotter and hotter in that shed, and it wasn’t long before I began to get desperately thirsty.
“Hey, I’m going to do a little recon,” I told the girl.
“I’m sorry,” said the girl. “But I do not know this word.”
“It means I’m going to look around,” I said. “Maybe see if I can see what’s going on. Or, at the least, get some supplies. We might be here a while before the army comes and rescues us.”
“No!” said the girl. “Don’t leave me here!”
The truth was that I didn’t want to leave her. She looked so helpless, a slender thing wearing only a bikini, but we were going to die of thirst if I didn’t do something.
“I’ll be careful,” I said, easing open the door to the shed and slipping out before she could change my mind.
It felt good being outside again with a fresh breeze in my face. I kept my eyes turned toward the resort, but I couldn’t see any movement.
I saw several bodies a short way off, and what drew my attention was the large picnic hamper resting between their towels. Immediately, I began fantasizing that it was full of ice-cold Cokes, and I felt my withered tongue salivate at the thought.
Trying not to look at their faces, I stealthily made my way over to the group of four people, three men and one woman. But just as I laid my hands on the top of the picnic basket, I heard someone coughing, which about gave me a heart attack.
I froze where I was, and to my astonishment, I saw the dead woman turn her head and look right at me.
Hero
“Oh shit,” I muttered to myself.
I scanned the woman's body, looking for some sign of injury, but she seemed perfectly okay, although there were some blood spatters on her leg, probably from when her companions had gotten shot.
Feeling like I was in one of those after school TV specials, I knelt down beside her and felt the side of her neck, checking for a pulse. Sure enough, she was very much alive.
“Hey,” I said, giving her a little shake. “Are you okay?”
“What... what happened?” she croaked, her eyelids fluttering as she slowly came around.
“We were attacked by a bunch of terrorists,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Come on. I’ve got to get you out of here.”
She was maybe in her early 20s and petite, but even so, I had to strain my muscles to pull her up to her feet. She seemed really dazed and out of it, but once I got her arm slung over my shoulder, she was able to walk as I accompanied her back to the equipment shed.
“Whew,” I said once I had her sitting on the ground inside.
The teenage girl sprang to action, fussing over the woman for a minute. I heard the teenage girl say something in her language, but the woman seemed to speak a different one, so they both switched to English.
“My head, it really hurts,” said the woman. “Please, can I have some water?”
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any,” I said, turning to face the teenage girl. “Can you watch her while I go look for some?”
She nodded, and so I sprang out of the shed and ran back over to the picnic basket as fast as I could.
It was quite heavy, and I heard some glass clanking around as I double-timed it back to the shed. Once inside, I flipped off the lid and a wave of disappointment washed over me as I saw it was all mineral water, the kind that Europeans like with the bubbles.
Nonetheless, it was something to drink, so I twisted off the cap and greedily drank some down. I passed another bottle to the teenage girl, and then she helped the woman drink. While that was going on, I rooted around the basket to see if there was any food, but all I came up with was a raw onion and a hunk of cheese wrapped in wax paper.
It certainly wasn’t what I would’ve packed in a picnic hamper, that’s for sure, but I was delighted when I saw a paring knife in there as well. The blade was only a couple of inches long, but it was better than nothing. I was no superhero, but if the terrorists came after us, at least I’d go down swinging.
After all that excitement, the next hour or so was quite anticlimactic. I felt my system return to normal after drinking the water, and the woman curled up and fell asleep. The teenage girl, meanwhile, went back to humming to herself and then she began braiding her hair.
I felt like a caged tiger, pacing around in that equipment shed. Part of me wanted to go sneak up to the resort to find out what was going on, but the logical part of my mind told me to stay put.
I was just a college kid, after all, and at least a dozen armed men had stormed the place. What, exactly, could I do other than get myself killed?
But then I began to get a little angry. Some filthy rebels had attacked a resort frequented by diplomats and other foreign VIPs, so where the fuck was the army?
Surely, someone in the capital had to know by now what was happening, right? There should be helicopters in the sky and snipers on the roof, but instead, there was nothing but the roar of the waves.
I had a paring knife, a few broken boogie boards, some odds and ends like frayed bits of rope and what looked like fishing nets, and that was it. No radio. No compass. No survival or medical kit. I didn’t even have a mirror so I could flash a Morse code message to a passing ship.
In short, I was stuck, and scared, and I had no idea what to do other than stay put and wait, and waiting sucked.
“I have to pee,” said the girl, startling me out of my reverie.
“Oh,” I said, looking around to see if there was a bucket or something she could use, but there was nothing.
“I really need to go,” said the girl, squirming around.
“Shit,” I said. “Okay, hmm. You can’t just pee on the floor?”
I felt stupid as soon as I said it, and she gave me such a disapproving look that I immediately felt ashamed.
“All right, all right,” I said, walking over to peer through the wooden slats in the direction of the resort. “It seems like the coast is clear. Let’s go.”
I held my hand out, and she took it, and then I led her outside. Once again, it felt wonderful to be out of that cramped shed and feel the breeze on my face. The shore was only about a hundred feet away, and as the beach sloped down to meet the water, I figured it was our best spot to stay out of sight.
“Here?” said the girl when we stopped at the water’s edge.
“Yeah, you got a better idea?” I said.
“Okay, but don’t look,” said the girl.
I obediently turned around and kept my gaze facing toward the resort, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw her pull her bikini bottoms down and then squat.
That momentary glimpse of her bare crotch had my boner return with a vengeance, but I tried to calm my raging hormones by imagining that a terrorist might pop out of one of the dunes at any moment and start shooting.
It worked, somewhat, but then my erection came back full-force when she slipped her arm through mine and whispered, “Thank you.”
Feeling weirdly like I was accompanying my date into the gym on prom night, I escorted her back to the shed, using all of my willpower not to look down at her crotch to search for any sign of a wet spot.
The woman was awake when we returned, yawning and stretching like she’d just woken up from a good nap, and that’s when it finally dawned on me that I was in the company of two very good-looking chicks.
“Hey,” I said, giving them both a big smile. “Since we’re in this thing together, maybe it’s time for introductions, eh? I’m Jonas, and as you can probably tell from my accent, I’m American.”
“I am Isabella,” said the teenage girl, pronouncing all of the syllables in that lovely accent of hers. “And I am Italian.”
“Ah, very nice,” I said, thinking to myself how well her name suited her.
“And I am Elena, from Greece,” said the woman, giving me a quick handshake.
“Okay, much better,” I said, rubbing my hands together. “I don’t suppose either of you know what’s going on, do you?”
“I know nothing,” said Isabella. “I came with my grandmother to get some fresh air and sun at the... how you say? The beach.”
“I heard some chatter at the bar about some unrest in the area,” said Elena. “But other than that, I really don’t know what’s going on. “I got invited by Andreas and his friends to enjoy a day out.”
“Well, I wish I knew more, but I don’t,” I said. “All I know is that about a dozen guys wearing camouflage came out of the jungle, firing off AK-47s and shouting. Then everyone ran toward the resort, and I haven’t seen or heard a thing since then.”
“How long ago was this?” said Elena, taking a sip of water.
“Hmm, hard to say,” I said, not having a watch. “Maybe two hours? Give or take. I would’ve thought the army would’ve responded by now, but no dice.”
“Well, thank you for saving me, Jonas,” said Elena, passing me the water.
“Oh, gosh,” I said, my cheeks growing warm. “Um, you’re welcome.”
“Yes, Jonas,” said Isabella. “Thank you. You’re our hero.”
“Well, I don’t know about all that,” I said with a chuckle, my face flushed with heat.
“I think we should wait here until the rescue comes,” said Elena.
“I hate to say it, but I think you’re probably right,” I said. “But there’s no telling how long that might be. All we’ve got is a few bottles of water and a tiny bit of food. I think I'm going to scout around and see what else I can find.”
“No, Jonas! It’s too dangerous,” said Isabella.
Somehow, her being scared made all of my fear instantly disappear.
“Are you sure?” said Elena.
“It’s okay,” I said, giving the two women a reassuring smile. “I’ll be quick, okay?”