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    The Lost Word – Chapter 8

    The Island – Day 1 – Southwest Beach – 7 pm

    Six hours later, the sun had set on the island and all the fires had gone out, all but one, a huge bonfire in the middle of the beach. A blonde muscular man in his late twenties walked up to it and handed some wood over to a tall grey haired man who seemed quite lost.

    “Here, take this,” he said, giving it to him and getting a confused look in return. “We have to keep the fire burning, that way it’ll be easier for the rescue team to see where we are. You think you can look for some more of that?”

    When the man nodded back at him, he continued walking over to what he in his mind called the “food team”, a group of people led by a red-head called Lara who were collecting every edible thing they could find and handing it out to the rest of the survivors. “I found some chocolate bars,” he said, getting a grateful nod in return from the dark-haired woman he offered them to.

    “Thanks,” she said, shaking his hand with a small smile on her lips. “I’m Grace, by the way.”

    “Tim,” he replied, glancing at the things they’d been able to collect so far. “Have you found any water?”

    She nodded, waving her hand at about 15 bottles that were lined up behind them. “We have some, but I don’t know how long it’s going to last. If they don’t come for us soon, we’re going to have to go look for water someplace else. Hey, shouldn’t they be here by now?”

    Tim bit his lip and looked down at his feet for a moment. “Yeah, they should have. But they’re not here. If the rescue team hasn’t arrived by tomorrow, I’m going to take some people with me and go look for the cockpit, maybe we’ll be able to find the transceiver and send out a distress call. We can look for water while we’re at it.”

    After he finished talking to Grace, he went on to the pile of luggage that some of the survivors had collected. He hadn’t been able to find his own yet, but he hoped he would before tomorrow. They were probably going to need his things if they were heading out into the tropical forest, you never knew what might be waiting for you in there.

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