Vanished

Trust

                             Back at Camp
                              Daniel POV

  After working on this guy for about an hour, he wakes up again. Oh shit.

  "Where is she?" He asked.

  "Who?" I replied.

  "I need to find her, she's dangerous."

  "Yeah, you keep saying that buddy. Try not to move again." I tell him putting pressure on the wound.

  "I have to bring her back."

  "Yeah, and every time I ask you who you pass out. Since your fever is pretty high, you probably don't even know what you're talking about."

"My cuffs. My handcuffs, where are they?" He asked short of breath.

  "What?"

  "Jacket pocket! Jacket pocket!" He said loud breathing hard. I got up and got his jacket and looker in the pocket. I pull out a paper with Nicole's mugshot. "Dangerous. She dangerous." He muttered before passing out again.

                                Nicole POV

  As we're walking back from the clearing it was getting dark. Damn this place gone have me fit if they keep up with shit like this.

  "It's getting dark." Aubrey said.

  "Then pick up the pace." Chris added.

  "We should make camp." Emil said.

  "Wait, here?" Melissa questioned.

  "Yes, here" Emil said dropping his bag.

  " I ain't stopping shit, y'all have fun." Chris said walking still.

  "Go head, walk through the jungle in the dark." Emil said chuckling.

  "What you scared the trees him get us?"

"No. What's knocking them down is what will get you." Emil said slowly.

  "Well if you so worried give me the gun back."

  "You ain't getting shit back and you ain't going no where." I spoke up. " Emil is right, you keep walking you're not making it back to the beach."

  "You sound so sure."

  "Trust me."

After like two hours, we collected enough wood to keep a fire all night. And obviously we ain't had no marshmallows or hotdogs so we got some fruits too.

  "This is Australia and this is us." Emil said throwing down a rock and had a burning stick in his hand. "We took off here after bout 6 hours in, the pilot lost contact with the ground and was off course. He tried to turn around and got more off course, but we didn't know. Boom. We know the rest." He said driving the stick into the ground.

  "Yeah but they gone find us, they got satellites in space. They could scan your license plate and shit." Fredrick said.

  "If only we all had on license plates." Emil said.

  "Well you just a pessimist ain't you?" Fredrick mumbled.