Desert From Mearaí Island

Four

Violet rushes over to the woman and gently helps her sit up, one hand behind her back and the other on her head.

The woman groans in pain as Violet assists her in sitting up, blinking several times as if trying to see better.

"Someone pass me some water," Violet says as she extends her right hand.

Grayson dashes over to the gallon and grabs one, passing it to Violet as he stares at her as if she's an alien.

"Here you're probably thirsty, drink this," Violet says soothingly to her as she gently tilts the woman's head back and carefully places the water in her mouth.

The woman gulps almost the entire gallon. It makes me wonder how sick someone could be to pick some random strangers off the street, erase their memories, and abandon them on a monster-infested island with little chance of survival.

What did we do to deserve this?

"There you go, you're doing so well." Violet coos as the woman finish her drink.

The woman then looks around the room, puzzled, at everyone.

"Uhm, what's...what's happening." She asks with an accent that sounds almost Spanish.

"Long story short. All six of us are trapped in a monster-infested island and we have four chances to escape or else we get stuck here forever." Grayson says as he gently takes Violet's hand in his and places the water next to the woman.

"What?" She asks with fear all over her face.

"Yeah all of us woke up a while ago but you were still sleeping," Violet explains as she sits on the bed across from her.

"Oh my. Wait. Why can't I remember anything from before?" She inquires, her left hand resting on her head. She inquires, her left hand resting on her head.

"That my darling also came with the sweet package of being trapped in this Godforsaken island," Weasley says as he stares at her, places the bug bag on the table, and walks towards her.

"My God why is there blood on you?" The woman asks, trembling.

"Oh you know, just slice off a snake's eye with this machete." He responds by bending down and waving his machete at her.

"Weasley. What are you doing?" Grayson asks.

"Relax. I'm just trying to have a better understanding as to why she was the one that was left for dead." He responds by tilting his head and staring at the woman.

"What are you talking about?" I ask as I walk up behind him.

"She would have died if the boss man over here hadn't seen you in time to grab you when we were fleeing from that oversized beetle. And now that we know we weren't here by chance, we know that someone wanted us to be here. Everything points to the fact that someone wants her gone. Now, why would someone want you dead? Huh? What. What. Did. You. Do?" Weasley asks, peering deeply into her eyes, making her visibly uneasy.

Is he serious?

"I-I don't-" The woman stutters in fear, so I pull Weasley up by his left arm to face me.

"That's enough! We're all victims here and the last thing we need is for us to turn on each other! So don't patronize her." I exclaim with anger and disappointment.

Weasely scoffs as he pulls his arm from my grasp.

"You know I'm right." He sneers and closes his eyes to mine, and I can see fierce determination in his eyes.

"All I know is that we all need to work together if we have any chance to survive," I responded firmly.

We exchange a few more glances before he walks away from me, relieved.