The Last Survivor

Chapter 5

Days passed and our team was winning the most games. I was lucky enough to not get picked during the games and to not get eliminated when our team lost immunity. I don't know why nobody voted for me. I mean, I didn't contribute much on the camp and didn't perform that well during games. I think it was Pete that convinced them to not vote for me. He was really nice with me and helped me feel better when I was down. He was like my brother there.

At one point in the adventure, we were only three left in my team. Pete, Brendon and I. And two in the other team. The captain, Charles and Anna. One morning, we were all reunited on the beach, waiting for Denis. The exhaustion and hunger was evident on all of our faces. We clearly had lost weight; our shirts were too big for us now. After a few minutes of waiting, Denis arrived. And unlike us, he still looked like he did the first time we saw him.

"So, the game is, unfortunately, coming to an end," He began, putting his hand on his chest as if he was personally sad about it. We all looked at each other, hope in our eyes. "But, that doesn't mean you're gonna leave this Island. I mean, not all of you are gonna leave." Confusion became plastered on our faces. "There are no more teams, this is your team. And there won't be any game anymore, the game is to survive." I looked down at my feet. There was no way I could survive. I was the weakest of us all, I'd be the first to get kill. "But like I said, one of you will leave this island. However, to have a chance to come back to your normal life, you'll have to find a ring, like this one." He took a ring out of his pocket and showed it to us. "It's hidden in a little chest somewhere deep in the forest. Find it and you'll leave this island."

Denis then told us to go back to our camp. We were all reconvened and the few people remaining from the yellow team were now with us. Everyone looked for that ring for a few days, without success.

One day, as I was walking into the forest to find the well that the staff had installed so we would get water, I got lost. I ventured in the woods for what felt like hours, failing to find the camp. I wasn't really looking where I was putting my feet, so I tripped over a root and I fell to the ground. I stayed on the ground for a few seconds, my eyes closed. I sighed and put my hands on the ground to help me stand back up, but when I opened my eyes, my gaze instantly fell on a little box hidden under the root of the tree in front of me. My eyes widened and I jumped up, picking the little chest and opening it. The sacred ring was inside. I couldn't believe it - I found the ring. I took the ring out and put it on my finger. "I'm gonna go back home! Yes!" I exclaimed under my breath to myself. I closed the chest and put it back where it was.

I started walking again and this time felt like I was going toward the right direction. After a few minutes of walking, I heard shuffling and voices. "I swear to God, if that little asshole found the ring, I'm gonna kill him," Brendon recognizable voice rang in my ear. I stopped in my tracks and hid behind a tree, "What was that?" He asked. I heard his footsteps approaching and stopping close to me. I felt like time stopped for a few seconds. I closed my eyes and tried to take off the ring, but it was stuck. "Come on." I whispered, desperately trying to take the ring off my finger. I was so concentrated on that ring that I didn't hear Brendon get closer to me. I felt his hand on my shoulder and looked up at him, fear in my eyes. "Please don't kill me," I begged as I crawled away from him.

"Then give me the ring," He ordered as he shortened the distance between us, his grip on the machete - that we were given at the beginning of the game - tightening.

"I-I can't," I croaked out, "It's stuck."

Brendon jumped on me and straddled me to the ground. "Give me the ring!" He shouted. I kept trying to take it off, but it wouldn't budge. Then suddenly, Brendon took my hand in his, a wild look in his big brown eyes.

My eyes widened and he put my finger in his mouth, biting it until it bled. "No. Please stop!" I begged in tears as I struggled under him.

"I can't," He muttered as he took my bleeding finger out of his mouth. He smashed my hand on the ground, holding it down and placed the tip of the blade of the machete on my finger, just above the ring.

I grabbed his arm with my free hand, trying to stop him but he pushed on the machete, planting the blade in my finger and cutting my finger off. I cried in pain and brought my bleeding hand close to my chest.

"That's for finding the ring," He spat out as he got off me, "And that...it's just because I don't like you." He kicked me in the face and knocked me out.