In 1587, eight days after a great storm, the second group of colonists traveling from England to America, finally sight land.
Not getting to where they originally were set to, Virginia they arrive at the island of Roanoke, hungry, sick, and tired but the colonist decided to settle there.
On the island, the settlers find two tribes, the Croatoan's, who are friendly and the Secotan, who distrust the newcomers as they've been betrayed by them once before, long ago.
Struggling for food, distrust, and murder the colony is in constant fear of attacks and other adverse situations.
Forced to go back, the Governor, John White travels back to England for supplies with a plan to return within the year.
Unable to come back sooner, it takes two years for him to return(1590).
Excited to see his family, he is distraught to find the colony has abandoned the island. They've disappeared. There's no sign of them except they left two clues to where they might have gone.
White is at a loss. Has everyone been murdered? Or were they able to find safety elsewhere?
This story is based on what might have happened to the settlers and where they might have gone.
The sun beat down on my dirt covered face, making my skin feel tight. The ropes burned my skin as I struggled to get my arms free. The screams from the other women seemed to last for hours, then silence. I knew that the dead would come for us soon.
(How did I get myself into this situation, and how am I going to get out?)
Think, Leah, you have to survive this, think hard. I could hear them coming in the distance. There's not much time left. The others had faded away, and I had to use them to save my life. What has my life come to?- was my thought as I pulled layers of skin back from a girl I had only known for a short time. Her name was Carly with short blonde hair and sky blue eyes.
"Thank you, Carly, for helping me," I whispered as I smeared her blood on my face.
I began to feel weak. How long has it been, and how long can I survive?
As I contemplated these questions, my mind began to slowly sink into darkness... They are closer now, and soon I'll be free...was my last thoughts.