IsolationI breathed in the warm, moist air. Normally I would have loved it here; the palm trees, coconuts, the nature and the company. After a week I began to get bored. Right now I settled for drawing swirls in the sand, and asking myself the impossible question – what if we never leave? The men were out in the sea trying to catch more fish. I was a vegetarian, ever since I was little, but now I had no choice and I felt incredibly guilty about it.
Sienna walked over to me looking strangely perky. “Get up” she announced “Sure, why?” “Wood for tonight”. I stood up and we made our way for the forest/ jungle, I tripped a few times, but Sienna was so graceful and quick. We were walking for at least half an hour, I felt like a winging child but I had to ask...”Are we nearly there yet” I asked quietly, after all I only know her eleven days. She turns and rolls her eyes at me “Yes, Vee, almost there” and as soon as the last word was out of her mouth I saw it. Wood. Trees that were cut down. Branches neatly cut. No dirt around the place like all the other clearings. No animal droppings.
Humans were here before us. It might’ve been a good thing or a bad thing. A good thing if they got of this island and bad thing if they died. As if reading my mind she said “We’ll go see tomorrow, don’t tell anyone” “Why?” but I knew anyway, it could be bad. We could find it to be a very bad thing. I thought of how it would feel to discover dead bodies, I’d rather not, but we had to know.