Survival Island

The Last Marking Point

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Naomi's POV:

When we arrived back at camp, we informed Kole's sister of his passing and she went out in search of revenge and of his body. With everything going on, I hadn't thought about bringing back the bodies for once and it horrified me of my ignorance for those who knew the diciest. Amanda barely spoke and would only drink or eat minimal things if I forced it to her. Matt and Liz kept to themselves and Julian tended to Amanda and Sage while I put on a fake face of confidence and led us onward to the last checkpoint before freedom itself.

Tension was high and Max led us on while the guards surrounded us with jaguars in between them all. We ate as we walked and didn't bother using breaks unless it were to rest or use the bathroom. No one spoke through the dark walk, it was quiet enough to feel as though the crickets had all swarmed together to make louder noises. Any little noise could be heard and we kept alert for any strange sounds.

Jason and Max would bicker in the front, glancing back at me every once and a while. The first jaguar to lick me back when Sage tried teaching me to master them stayed by my side constantly and I pet its head as we walked side by side. I replayed the night over and over in my head to see if there was an possible way for me to save those who didn't make it and even when I couldn't, I still felt I was responsible. They all looked up to me to save them and I'm gradually letting them down one by one. These let downs wouldn't be so bad if it were just that they hate me but sadly they are much worse. My let downs cause them to die and for loved ones to suffer at one another's dispense.

I have caused so many families pain over these days, weeks, months.. I can't even say how long I've been here for sure anymore. I am possibly eighteen now or possibly still seventeen but I won't know for sure until I get home and see what the date is. I have gained and lost so much over this time period and I'm not sure I can handle much of either anymore. If I am to gain more, than I will have more to lose and if I lose more than gaining, more would just cause them more trouble.

My heart breaks for the families that when finding out that the missing children returned, their children didn't survive after all. They will find that their children have been lost or barried on an island meant for no one to ever go and no one to return. I will take blame for those lost and allow the families to hate me in order to mourn and move on from their loved ones while I suffer in recollection of the precise way their children died.

Mina's tiny face replays in my head over and over, I vowed to protect Kole seeing as he was the last youngest child left and he was brutally murdered under my watch. My vows are starting to sound more like empty promises and just phrases that leave my mouth to console those from their fear. I have gained quite the responsibility on the island and I can't say that I am doing a fine job at keeping everything together. I mean, how well can I keep everything together when I can't seem to keep myself from falling apart?

The people give me looks of hope but deep down I can feel the mistrust and fear they try to hide. They must fear that they will end up like the many who trusted me and died waiting for me to save them. I try to right my wrongs but it seems almost impossible to do as I go on. People sob every now and then as we walk, the air chilling into a nights windy breeze. I had began falling behind but with my jaguar beside me I didn't mind.