Survival Island

Pilot Chapter to Sequel

Authors note:

I have not made the sequel yet, except for this chapter I have posted. I have been asked for a sequel, and decided to let you all vote. If at the end of the chapter you would like me to continue on with the book, then please leave a vote. Once this chapter has 100 votes I will begin the sequel. I understand 100 is a high number, but this book has reached up to 550 readers. If one hundred people out of the five hundred and fifty people reading voted, that would only be 18% of the readers. I understand that it is a lot to ask for, but I want to be sure the book will have a good amount of readers for it when it begins. Without further delay, I give you a pilot chapter.

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Naomis' POV:

Funerals. That was all I had been to in the last thirty days. I had to watch families grieve for their lost ones, and today would be the hardest day of them all. I had two funerals planned today, but they were both ones I needed to attend. The government found the land we were taken too, and sent out search teams for our marked grave sites. Every funeral we held so far were for the retrieved bodies, and today was a tough one for me. I stood in the back of the service, keeping quiet as I always did and silently hoping they had moved on and found peace. I however, would not be granted any peace because I stood behind a woman who I had a message for. A message her son pleaded for me to give to her as he was killed right before my own eyes.

I waited until almost everyone had gone, and stood beside his grieving mother as she wept for her lost child. His little siblings had to be taken away by family members because she hadn't been in her right mind to watch over them during the service. "Rita Sanchez?" I spoke quietly, not fully trusting my voice. The shaky old woman slowly turned her head to look at me, and her eyes grew wide when she saw me.

"You were with my baby, you were with jr." She cried out, trying to understand what I was doing here. "You knew my baby, you saw him. You!" She spoke, and tears slid down my cheeks as she fell apart in front of me.

"Please Ms. Sanchez I have a message for you." I said, and she looked at me confused.

"A message from who? A message won't bring my boy back." She cried, and I nodded and tried to clear my throat before speaking.

"It, it was from Derek." I cried, and she stopped sobbing and looked at me in anger.

"How dare you come to his grave and lie. My boy was attacked by an animal and yet you say he left you a message!" She cried out in anger, shaking my arms painfully. "You were the one who was found with pet jaguars, the animal that killed mí hijo! (my son)" She yelled, and I cried before holding my hands up and showing surrender.

"They weren't nice at first, I know that for a fact. But please understand that I had no part in your sons death. I, I was there when he passed but I tried my best to help him get away. We were prisoners together, and he had me sing to him as he passed." I said and tried to reason with her, it was only sensible that she would not like me knowing that I owned the animals that she thought killed her son. When in fact it wasn't an animal exactly that killed him, at least they weren't the only thing that killed him.

"And why should I believe a word that you say? I do not know you nor, do I trust you." She glared, and began collecting her things. Running out of options, I grabbed her hand and motioned for her to be patient as I turned around and moved my dress to the side to her my scar from when the jaguars attacked me.

"They weren't always kind to me either, but I cannot leave without fulfilling my promise to give you his message." I said, now gripping her wrist to refuse her the right to leave. She looked up at me with shock, but nodded her head in cooperation to listen to what I had to say.