Thimble Island: Genre Undecided

I'm going down to Thimble Island, and as I look out the window of the helicopter an see the tall stone walls rising up on the circumference of the island, I wonder if I will be flying back out as easily as I am flying in. Not that that's particularly easy, actually. I won't be getting a flight down into the main city; I'll be parachuting out of the helicopter over the town square. That's the safe ground, they say. They've massacred enough people who dared to blemish the safety of the square that now anyone is safe if they can reach and stay inside the square. Even me, the one person who most of the island would like to kill. If they knew who I was, of course, and that's not going to happen. I hardly got a tattoo--

Inspiration: "Thimble Island" - Rasputina
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: ?