Revenge of the Island

Episode 15: A Noise?

The next episode starts with the group standing together, their eyes darting across the trees and bushes, every small movement making them flinch. Paranoia and caution blur together as they stand motionless, muscles tense, waiting for something—anything—to happen. A minute passes, but nothing happens. The forest remains eerily quiet. After the prolonged silence, they cautiously continue forward, still on high alert.

Damien walks up beside Axel, whispering, "What was that all about?" He’s referring to Chef’s sudden stop earlier, unsure of what he thought he heard.

Axel shrugs, equally confused. "I don't know. I didn’t hear anything." The uncertainty lingers between them. Chef, convinced he heard something, stays ahead, his eyes scanning the darkening forest. The others trust his instincts, but no one else sensed anything unusual. The group just assumes he's a bit on edge, which is fair considering the circumstances them all find themselves in.

After walking in uneasy silence for a while, Wayne speaks up, breaking the tension. "It's getting a bit dark, ay?" It was true, the sun was beggining to set. Him, and probably everybody else, wanted to get back to the cabin before it becomes to dark to see. If only they had brought the torch they had packed with them, it's just sitting in the bag. The bag that sits in the center of the overgrown, dilapidated cabin.

Bowie glances at Wayne, then at the rest of the group. "Yeah, maybe we should head back to the cabin?" His question is more of a suggestion, but everyone knows it’s the safest option.

Chef lets out a frustrated grunt. His mind is still on Caleb, his disappearance gnawing at him. "Fine," he mutters, leading them back.

As they approach the cabin—thankfully not getting lost—the tension eases just a little, and they silently enjoy a brief moment of calm. The cabin, while not exactly safe, at least feels like a known space amidst the island's chaos. Hey, at least there's walls surrounding them, no way for Lauren—or anyone else for that matter—to sneak up on them whilst they rest, without any of them noticing. Despite the danger, despite the regrets of coming back, everyone is secretly glad they came back. Even Damien, though he'd never admit it, feels some relief at being there. If they make it home, at least they’ll have answers. Peace of mind.

Chef opens the creaky door, and just as they're about to enter, the group pauses, frozen in place.

Julia’s voice cuts through the stillness. "Uhm… excuse me, what in the fuck?" Her eyes are wide, and her tone reflects a mixture of shock and confusion.