Morgano Island

"Se Pudrirá!"

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." he sobbed. The hippie knew English! Bryant was recording with his phone camera and then stopped the recording. The phone made a small beep, signaling the ending of the tape and the man snaps his head towards us. Aggravated, he stands up and starts running on all fours towards us. "RUN!" screams Bryant. But it was too late. The man had Luke by the foot and Luke was screaming in pain as the man pulls on his foot to get him out from underneath the desk. I run full speed towards the man and tackle him. Clenching my fist, I raise it up and punch the hippie in the nose. He screams in pain and Bryant pulls me up. Luke is on the floor crying and Bryant is cussing out of anger. "What the fuck is wrong with you! What are you doing here?" he says. The man slowly gets up and removes his lab coat. He is covered with scars from head to toe. The scars are deep and some look to have been just healed. And then he starts vibrating. At first it just looks like he is shivering, but then his whole body starts vibrating and his head is going from one side, to the other. "Se pudrirá! (You will rot!)" he screams. He takes a lunge at me, but I manage to dodge his fist. Bryant grabs the man but is overpowered. The man smacks Bryant, sending him in the air 5 feet and then on the floor. "Se pudrirá!" he repeated. "What the fuck do we do Mike!" asks Luke. A million thoughts rush through my head and I finally come to the realization that I have a knife in my back pocket. I take it out and the man hisses. This dude is hissing like a cat! So now I'm standing there, holding my knife up, and he bows down and repeatedly apologizes. Bryant starts getting up and runs at the man full speed tackling him. I run to the monitors and rip a cord out to tie the man's hands together. "Who are you." I demanded to know. "What is your name?" The man looks up to me as I move the knife closer to his neck. "Ventura." He growled, still vibrating but at a slower pace now. He might be scared of the knife because someone slashed him with it. "Who gave you these marks Ventura?" asks Bryant. Ventura starts breathing faster and his head is twitching back and forth again. His fingers start taping the ground in sort of a Morse code signal some soldiers used to do back in Kalasi."Are you from Kalasi?" I questioned. But Ventura was not listening. He was focused on making that tapping sound. That's when we noticed his nails. They were all black, as if they were rotting. I'm almost 100 percent sure that they were fine a second ago. "Se pudrirá!" says Ventura. But this time he sounds as if he is impersonating someone.