The four had only been on the island for an hour, and Greg was already tired of the others. Their trips were usually fun, but with this new danger emerging, complaints were flowing from the others. Greg tried to organise the group, make a plan, but they just wouldn't listen. He had enough, in a fit of rage he yelled at the others and said he was going to explore the island by himself.
He walked for a few minutes, exploring the tropics that the island had to offer. The lush trees offering shade from the harsh sun, after a moment of exploring Greg quickly found himself tired. He rested underneath a tree, taking deep breaths as he tried to work out what he had to do. The others were useless, unorganised and messy, but Greg could save himself if he had to.
First, he'd need to establish some sort of base of operation, then find food and survive. When that's all set up, he can start working on an escape plan. By the time he'd have set that all up, the others should have calmed down and started being useful. Greg can do this all alone, but he doesn't want to leave his friends behind.
Greg's eyes closed as he relaxed in the shade, his thoughts became distant as he felt himself lulling into a deep sleep. He yawned, his focus gone... until he heard the rustling of plants. Greg opened his eyes and examined the area, ferns were moving around 10 feet away from him. He moved closer, until he was 3 feet away from the fern, when an anthropomorphic animal emerged. Greg jumped backwards, hitting the ground with a thud. He rubbed his eyes as the pain from his fall left, revealing a...