The four friends set a small campfire on the beach. Richard was the most anxious of them all and curiously the first one to say that the Coast Guard would help them and come to rescue them. Mark sat by his side and was quick to pass a comforting arm over Richard’s shoulders. Greg rolled his eyes, already cursing the day he accepted that trip.
“Two days tops,” Richard said again as if trying to remind himself on it.
“Well, I going for a stroll trying to see if we can actually do something better than staying here with dicks in our hands,” Greg said, with a rather brash tone. As he gave his back to the group, walking into the dense jungle, he glanced above his shoulders and was quick to see that no one actually tried to stop him. The group was probably as annoyed of him as he was of them. Mark still had his hands on a scared Richard while Kenneth was throwing pebbles on the ocean..totally ignoring everything else.
Greg penetrated the jungle and followed what was a previously walked path. That meant someone was there or would visit the island. Only a few turns into the jungle did he realize that couldn’t exactly be a good thing! The sun was coming down already and he had found nothing but trees, bugs and a weary sense of being watched.
“Hello!” he projected his voice through the calm, peaceful forest of trees. Only the water of the streamed responded. He turned his back and decided it was best to return to the beach…Mark would have raped them both by now anyway. A ruffle down the path made his head turn – that wasn’t good. It was the only sound he had heard since he entered the jungle path.
“Hello! We’ re stranded on the beach…we need help!” he yelled again. The shakiness of his voice was transparent of his true emotions. He suddenly noticed what seemed to be a shadow, or maybe two behind the luxurious vegetation.
“Shit!” he said and started to run back. Greg made his way sprinting in the path. He wasn’t sure if the ruffling of the leaves ad plants was due to him or anything else…he didn’t see.