The Island

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A group of 6 wake up, stranded on an island. As they soon realize that this island holds secrets, they must fight against nature, the island, and also amongst each other. Will they learn that they need each other to survive? Will they uncover the dark mysteries of the island? They must be careful…
The Island Fights Back.

Submitted: October 04, 2019

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The Awakening:

Who am I?


 

Whoosh! The ocean screams at me to wake up. I breathe heavily as I awake. Where am I? I think to myself, confused. I'm on an island, that’s for sure. I see huge palm trees with coconuts clinging for dear life, stretching and reaching for the pale blue sky as the ocean inhales all of the beauty from around me. The sand, just as confused as I, allows the ocean to swallow its yellow-brown body up, spitting it out even darker than before. “Hello! Is anyone out there?” I scream, hoping for a response. During all of the commotion, only now do I notice a long spear, whiddled to perfection. It’s made of a hickory branch, which makes it amazingly durable. I think to myself. It’s lying right next to where I had been lying only a minute before. As I reach for it, a voice from not so far away startles me.

 

 “Over here! Hey, I’m over here!” I rush towards the voice, spear in-hand, and come to realize that the voice had belonged to a large and muscular man wearing a tank-top, holding a hatchet. He is bald, with light, tanned skin and looks like he can be in his forties. He has arms colored in with tattoos, ranging from a broken heart to a dolphin swimming gracefully in the ocean. 

 

“Hey... How long you been here?” I wonder. “Not long.” He responds. “I’ve got a question. Where is ?” He adds. “I don’t know.” I admit. “So, what’s your name?” He questions me. As he asks, about a million thoughts pour into my mind. Things like; What is my name? Do I have a family? What do I even look like? Did I hit my head too hard? Do I have amnesia? Who am I? “I… I don’t know. I don’t know my name.” I say worriedly. “Me either. Got amnesia or somethin’. Don’t know anything about myself.” To change the subject, I ask, “Did you see anyone else on the way here?” “No.” He responds. “Looks like we're on our own.” As he says this, a bold voice echoes throughout the wind.

 

 “Hey! We’re over here! Hurry!” A man shouts, sounding somewhat relieved and worried. As we get closer, I hear him talk again, this time not to us. “Helps coming. You’re going to be alright, I promise.” 

 

When we finally get to the man, I get a description of him. He has dark skin, short curly hair, and eyes bluer than the pale blue of the sky and ocean combined. He looks like he’s around thirty. Dropped into the sand is a fishing pole with bait, a hook, string and about everything you’ll need for a good fishing trip, except for a boat, maybe. A small climbing pick is also lying close to him. The man has his arms around a pale white woman with long, black hair and a gash on her left leg, clutching a bloody rock. “Does any of you know how to help her?” The man desperately asks. “What happened?” I ask. “I don’t know. I just found her here. She’s bleeding out!” As none of us know what to do, we just stand there, hoping for a miracle. Then out of the blue, we receive one.

 

The Awakening:

Who’s Connor?

 

“Hello? Anyone out there?” I hear someone scream in the distance. As this wakes me, I get startled and jump up, ready to fight. What is happening? Where am I? I wonder. I pick up a MedKit which was lying right next to where I previously lied. Why is this here? Then I hear another man shout, “Over here! Hey, I’m over here!” 

 

I instinctively duck to hide myself. I then rise when the men are out of sight and notice another man, holding a very pale woman. She seems to have a deep gash in her leg. Suddenly, I start a silent debate with myself. Should I help her? I glance to the MedKit. I might need it for myself. I peak back at the man and woman, then the other men that I saw before. I’ll need friends to help me out in the long run. After a while of this, I ultimately reach the decision standing against leaving the group behind. But by the time I stand up, the other men are already there. But instead of treating her wound, they just stand there looking weasy. I walk over with the MedKit and they stare at me like I’m an angel in disguise. They reach for their weapons but I am faster and quickly snag the spear and hold it to a man’s throat. He has long, deep black hair and a mixed skin color of white and black. He looks around 30.  While holding the spear, I notice in carved letters Connor on the handle. 

 

“Who are you!” A man shouts. He has dark skin and marvelous baby blue eyes, and curly black hair. “Don't worry, I’m here to help.” I say, trying my best to sound confident. I slowly lower the spear when they notice the MedKit. “Okay, you know how to use the stuff in there?” Another man says pointing to the MedKit, this one bulky with muscle. “Yup.” I reply. “But before we use any of that, I’m gonna need one of your shirts.” The dark man instantly takes off his shirt and hands me it. “Thanks.” I say. I quickly get to work, ripping the shirt into a makeshift bandage. I wrap the wound up and open the MedKit. I see a bandage, tweezers, needles, stitches, two rolls of duct tape, and many other medical supplies. I check the wound for any infections. “What happened?” I ask. “We don’t know. She was like this when we got here.” They admit. I stitch her up and neatly put everything back into the MedKit. “Why didn’t you use that bandage instead of my shirt?” The shirtless man asks, angrily. “We need to save supplies. It’s the only clean bandage we have, so it’s very important.” I answer. “We gotta take her somewhere safe.” I announced. “How about those trees over there?” The man with the baby blue eyes asks. “That’ll work.” I agree. “C’mon boys, help me lift her.” I assert. “Slowly! Slow and steady.” I demand. We finally move her and lie her sitting up on a tree. 

 

“She’ll be alright for now.” I reassure the man with the blue eyes. He seems to care for her very much, which makes me inquisitive. “You know her?” I ask, curiously. “No, just found her… dying on the beach.” He says, slowly. “You don’t know anything about yourself either, huh?” The man holding the spear with engraved into it asks. “No. Haven’t really thought about that. What is happening? What is wrong with this island?” I ask, furiously. “And whose Connor?” I question. This grabs everyone’s attention, as they all slowly turn to stare at me. “What did you just say?” The man with the spear asks, squinting his eyes. “The spear. Connor is carved into the handle.” I say. They all check this out and thoroughly examine the spear. “She’s right. It’s right here.” The bulky man points out. “I… I think it’s me.” The man holding the spear states, uncertain. We all stare at the man, confused. “You think?” The man bulky with muscle demands. “I… I don’t know. It’s just, it’s like something inside of me is telling me that my name is Connor. So yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s my name.” Connor says. “I woke up with that spear right next to me. What about you guys?” He asks. “I found a MedKit.” I say, holding it out high. “Does it have a name on it?” Connor asks, again. I closely analyze the kit, finding the name on it. “Yeah, Amelia. Must be my name.” I say, proud of myself. “What about you?” Connor asks the man with the pale blue eyes. He holds up the fishing pole and points to small text carved onto the handle. “Darius. My name is Darius.” The man with blue eyes announces. “And you?” Connor asks as he points to the large and muscular man. He checks his hatchet and grunts in frustration. “It’s not here! Where is it!” The large man insists. “I think I can find it. Here, let me help.” Connor offers as he holds out his hand. The large man hesitates at first, but eventually accepts Connors offer. After a few minutes, Connor finally finds it. “Here it is! On top of the red part on the handle!” He exclaims as he points at a smudge on the handle. The frustrated bodybuilder looks closely as he squints his eyes. “It’s smudged. I can’t read that!” He shouts. “Well, maybe not, but I think that I might. It says Boofer. No, Broof. Wait, it’s Bruce! Bruce, that’s your name!” Connor exclaims excitedly. “Bruce. I like it.” Bruce repeats. “What about her?” Darius points to the woman propped up against the tree. I walk over and grab the bloody rock from her hand. “Geez. It looks like she got in a fight with someone.” I collect. “Or something…” Connor mumbles, wearily.  “Well, we better clean it off and check her name.” Darius says, confidently. I hand him the rock and he jogs over to the ocean, carefully scrubbing it in the salty water. “Doesn’t have a name on it! There's no name! There isn’t a name!” Darius screams over the loud ocean. He jogs right back over to us, tightly gripping the newly cleaned rock. “The rock doesn’t say anything.” Darius repeats, sounding defeated. “Here, let me work my magic!” Connor exclaims, ecstatically. “Go ahead.” Darius mumbles as he hands off the rock to Connor.

 

After about half an hour, Connor gives up. “There’s no name on this stupid rock!” Connor shouts frustrated as he trusts the rock into the sand, with enough force to dig it deep into the ground, with only the tip getting a glimpse of the sky. “Well great. Now it's getting dark!” Bruce exclaims, sarcastically., looking very disappointed. “The rock doesn’t say anything.” Darius repeats, sounding defeated. “Here, let me work my magic!” Connor exclaims, ecstatically. 

 

After about half an hour, Connor gives up. “The stupid rock doesn’t say anything!” Connor yells as he thrusts the rock into the sand, hard enough to bury it deep into the sand. “Even better, it’s getting dark!” Bruce points out, sarcastically. “Maybe the rock wasn’t the thing that belonged to her? Maybe it was just a random rock she picked up while fighting whoever.” I point out. “I’m gonna go check if anything was left over there. Anyone coming?” I add. “Me. I’ll come.” Darius offers. As soon as we get to the place, the woman wakes up, screaming.

 

The Awakening:

The Fight

 

I wake up, gasping for breath as I frantically cough and spit salt water out of my mouth. “Hello! Is anyone out there?” Someone screams near me. I dart towards a jungle near me clutching a climbing pick which was conveniently left next to where I previously lied. I don’t know I am. I don’t know who I am. All I know is that my fight or flight instincts have just kicked in. Guess my body chose flight I think to myself. I feel the ounces of adrenaline coursing through my veins, echoing throughout my head. As I sprint, a large body is forcefully thrown at me. When I hit the floor, I see the body belonged to a lady with long, blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes. I uppercut her with a jagged rock which was behind my head, forcing her to jump off of me, only for her to pull a knife out of the floor and stab me with it. 

 

After a moment of shock, I realize that the place I was stabbed is my left calf. She pulls the black combat knife out of my leg and continues down into the jungle. I start screaming in agonizing pain as my nerves shout in short burst. It feels as if someone is manually ripping out my insides, slowly popping my blood vessels. This is how I will die. On a beach, not knowing who I am and getting stabbed by a mentally insane white chick. I start thinking. Did I know her? I don’t know anything. I won’t even know if what they say about your life flashing before your eyes as you die is true; I don’t have one. My life won’t be flashing before my eyes. How, when I don’t know what my eyecolor even is! I stop screaming, as the pain fades. I hear loud thumping, footsteps. I look to my right and see sand fly with every step that is thrown. A man is running towards me in order to finish me off. This is it. As he gets closer, I try my hardest to fall asleep, or die even. I don’t want to feel the pain of his hands pounding on me with clenched fists, or a rock thumping against my forehead. As I fade away, I slowly come to realize that I am too late. He reaches me, and I expect the worst. But instead he lifts me up in soft, calm hands and promises that I will be alright, and he holds me close. I feel safe now, for some reason. I don’t know this man. I have never met him. But he makes me warm and I know that I can trust him. In his welcoming arms, I slowly fall asleep, wondering who this man is.

 

The Awakening:

What Happened To You?

 

I hear the woman that I found scream, and sprint over. Amelia attempts eye contact, but I am already gone.

 

Hey Guys! Zech here, this is all that I have so far, but this will be finished by 07, October, 2019 at 9:00 pm! Thank you very much for reading until the end, it is very appreciated. I would love your feedback and ideas for this project of mine, and thank you all again! Have a nice day!


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