I heard the sounds of the ocean waves outside as I looked out to the sea. It was morning, and I was about to go in the jungle. We needed to face the obvious, we needed more food and some clean water. We could just boil the sea water, to get the salt out. But even so, we still needed some more food. The oysters wouldn't sustain us forever.

"Payton, come on let's go!" I hear Brandon yell from across the sand. The sun was beating down on me, so I decided to sit by the water to cool down a little.

I get up and run over to Brandon. I look up and see the big mountain that takes up the back end of this island. We decided that we would be able to make it back to the camp, if we kept this mountain to our backs on our way back. I've of course thought about what would happen if that mountain just happened to be a volcano. There's really no way to tell anyways, and if it was, there's no way to prevent us all from dying. 

We each have some drawstring bags made out of the old leather from the crash. They were to hold any food that we might find deeper in the jungle. I look back at the beach one more time before following Brandon into the jungle.

I catch up to Brandon as we hike through the jungle. I look up and see that the canopy's of the trees reach way higher than what I originally thought, and I could occasionally catch a glimpse of a bird or two flying around. If I hadn't been stranded here, I would've thought it would be a good tourist attraction.

I also notice that the path that we seem to be walking on is well worn, like people or animals have been walking enough in this path to flatten it out. I found it a little weird, but I ignored it. It was probably nothing.

"So, what you thinking?" I say, trying to start up a conversation with Brandon.

"That I would like to get off of this island before I turn twenty." He says back to me, obviously not telling me much of what he's really thinking about.

"Oh, come on. We are all stranded on an island in the middle of some random ocean, and you are only thinking about that? What are you really thinking?" I say.

"That this whole situation is a little like life."

"How so?" 

"Well for starters, we can only trust the few people in the same predicament as us, and that's us eight, well now seven. We can't always expect everyone to stay or leave when things get to hard, just like Amy did. Sometimes some of us have to venture off from the group and find our own way. And none of us know what tomorrow will bring. We can only hope that it will get better as the days go on." He says, looking down at the ground.

 "Wow, I think that that was the first thing I've ever heard you say like you really mean it."

"Is that a bad thing?" he wonders out loud.

"Not at all." I tell him as we delve deeper into the jungle. The conversation is lost as we get further away from the ocean, and closer to the mountain that looms above us. At one point we reach a banana tree. We grab some bananas for our bags and decide to head a little farther in, there might still be more food in here.

We just decided that we should head back in case we missed something or whatnot, when he stops right in front of me. I end up hitting him and he almost stumbles onto the jungle floor. He turns to look at me and he puts a finger up to his mouth. The message is clear, something has happened and I'm supposed to stay quiet.

He kneels on the ground and pokes at a weirdly shaped rock. I wouldn't of noticed anything if he hadn't stopped me.

"It's a video camera." He simply states.

"Wait what? Why would there be a video camera in the middle of nowhere?" I ask him, already expecting the answer that I'm given by him.

"I don't know, but we aren't the first ones here, obviously. " Brandon lifts up the rock and stares into the flat edge that must be the camera. "Who put you here, huh?"

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"Oh, great. They found one of the cameras, Robb." One of the interned scientist said to his boss, Robb. They were in fact a couple hundred feet away from the two people in the jungle of their little private island.

Robb was the head scientist in the facility, and that made him the fall back when anyone was in trouble. He was one of the first called when the aircraft had first entered their airspace. And when it had crashed on the beach of the island, he was one of the ones in the meeting about what to do about the couple of kids who had happened to crash on this specific island.

They decided to let the kids stay as long as they didn't go into the jungle. Without supplies they were all going to die anyway, that is until now. They weren't supposed to find out about any of this. In fact, anytime someone comes and goes from the facility, their memory is wiped.

"Well fix it" Robb tells the intern. They couldn't risk some stupid kids messing up their operation. "Make sure that they forget they found this."

"Right away Robb." The intern says. The intern never really wanted to come here in the first place anyway. He actually felt sorry for these kids who just happened to be caught up in something that they didn't understand. He pressed the blue button on the top right corner and watched the screen slowly fill with milky white fog.

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"What's that?" I say, pointing to the white fog that starts to come from next to the rock Brandon was still holding.

"I don't know, maybe some of these plants made that?" he says a little uncertain.

"I think we should just get away from here." I say, "We better tell the others what we saw."

We start to walk away, and in no time we make it make to the edge of the jungle. We walk back to the camp and show everyone the bananas that we had found not to deep in the jungle. meaning that we could get them for food without any trouble.

"Yeah, I love bananas!" Patrick yells as he reaches for one. "So anything else important happen out there?"

"You know what?" Brandon says. "I think there was, but I seem to have forgot it. That's so weird. I could've sworn a minute ago we had something else to say."

"That is weird. I feel like that too." I tell the others. We all shake it off and enjoy some food before we go to bed. But for some reason, I couldn't shake it off, that feeling that I had known something important. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't place it.. Something had happened out there, and it was driving me crazy that I forgot.

What really happened out there?