The Lost Island 3: Island, #6

By Aaron Abilene

The cast and crew are still stranded on the island while they try to find a way off the island they run into new dangers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Syphon Creative
• Release date: Jan 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223126492

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The Lost Island 3

Island, Volume 6

Aaron Abilene

Published by Syphon Creative, 2024.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE LOST ISLAND 3

First edition. January 5, 2024.

Copyright © 2024 Aaron Abilene.

ISBN: 979-8223126492

Written by Aaron Abilene.

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The Lost Island 3

Written by Aaron Abilene

The sun beat down mercilessly on the mysterious island, casting long shadows across its alien landscape. The sand shimmered like gold beneath the azure sky, and bizarre trees with twisted, gnarled branches reached toward the heavens. Nestled within this strange environment was a group of individuals, each unique in their own right.

JR, a chiseled leading man with a square jaw and piercing blue eyes, surveyed the surreal surroundings with uncertainty. He ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair, a gesture that conveyed both frustration and confusion.

Okay, people, let's try to stay calm, said Jim, the harried director who sported a perpetual five o'clock shadow. His wrinkled khaki shorts and button-up shirt gave him the appearance of a disheveled explorer. We need to figure out what just happened here.

Jessica, the archetypal leading lady, stood beside JR. With her flowing red hair and delicate features, she exuded an air of ethereal beauty, heightened by the otherworldly backdrop of the island. She clutched her script nervously, as though it was the last tether to reality.

A few paces away, Dave, the quintessential pretty boy jock, smirked at the bizarre situation. His athletic frame, topped with a mop of messy brown hair, appeared relaxed and confident, despite the uncertainty that engulfed the group.

Hey, maybe we can find some kind of giant volleyball net, huh? he joked, placing his hands on his hips and scanning the horizon.

Dave, don't be an idiot, retorted Darlene, the tomboyish brunette with a no-nonsense attitude. Her cargo pants and tank top perfectly matched her tough exterior, but beneath it all lay a vulnerable heart.

Off to one side, James, the bespectacled nerd, examined the peculiar flora with scientific curiosity. He took notes feverishly, his pen furiously scribbling across the pages of his small notebook.

Guys, I've never seen anything like this before, he muttered, his voice a mixture of awe and trepidation. We're not in Kansas anymore.

Ugh, can we just go home already? whined Meloni, the spoiled rich girl with designer sunglasses perched atop her platinum blonde hair. She crossed her arms over her chest, her manicured nails tapping impatiently on her forearm.

Meloni, we don't even know where we are, replied Chelsea, the plump girl with a heart of gold. She wiped beads of sweat from her brow, her round face flushed from the heat.

Perhaps we should consult our guide, suggested Mitch, the enigmatic writer whose introspective nature often set him apart from the group. His eyes, hidden behind dark-rimmed glasses, seemed to take in every detail of their surroundings.

Good thinking, agreed Jackson, the imposing black guy with an easy smile. His muscular arms bulged beneath his tight-fitting shirt, adding an air of strength and authority to his presence.

Rich! called JR, summoning their rugged guide who had been surveying the area. The older man strode toward them, his weathered face etched with lines from a lifetime of adventure.

Any ideas where we might be? asked Jessica, her voice trembling slightly.

None whatsoever, Rich admitted, scratching his stubbled chin. But one thing's for sure – we're not alone on this island.

As he spoke, an eerie, haunting sound echoed through the air, sending shivers down the spines of the entire crew. The mysterious island seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy, its lush foliage rustling as if alive and sentient. The trees towered above them, their gnarled branches casting twisted shadows on the ground below.

Did you hear that? asked Dave, the pretty boy jock whose bravado now wavered in the face of the unknown. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, betraying his fear.

Probably just the wind, Darlene muttered, rolling her eyes. As the tomboy of the group, she was determined not to let this strange place shake her resolve.

Or something far more sinister, whispered James, the resident nerd who couldn't help but see the potential for danger in every situation. His glasses slipped down his nose, adding a comical touch to his worried expression.

Let's not jump to conclusions, said Jim, the level-headed director, trying to maintain his authority over the group. First things first, we need to find shelter and assess our resources.

Agreed, nodded JR, assuming his role as the leading man. He scanned the horizon, his eyes narrowing as he took in the bizarre landscape. We should split up and explore the area – carefully.

Sounds like a plan, chimed in Jessica, her voice stronger now, filled with determination. The leading lady squared her shoulders, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the group dispersed into smaller teams, each person couldn't help but feel a mix of trepidation and curiosity. The mysterious island seemed to beckon them deeper into its depths, promising secrets yet to be uncovered. But with each step they took, the weight of uncertainty bore down upon them, a constant reminder of the enigma that had brought them to this strange and alien world.

As the bizarre landscape of the island unfurled before them, the group's confusion and disbelief intensified. This island shouldn't exist – it wasn't on any maps, nor had they seen even a hint of land before their boat mysteriously ran aground.

Okay, seriously, where the hell are we? Dave, the ever-charming jock, kicked at the odd purple-hued sand beneath his feet, clearly frustrated.

Beats me, muttered Jackson, shaking his head. He tried to maintain his usual cool demeanor, but the sheen of sweat on his brow betrayed his unease. I've never seen anything like this place.

Maybe we're on some kind of top-secret government experiment island, James suggested nervously, pushing his glasses up his nose again. Or, you know, aliens could be involved.

Aliens? Really, James? Meloni rolled her eyes with disdain. The spoiled rich girl adjusted the designer sunglasses perched on her head, as if to remind everyone of her superior taste.

Hey, it's not that crazy! James retorted defensively. We don't have any other explanation for how we got here!

Enough! Jim shouted, asserting his authority as director. Arguing won't help. We need to focus on survival first. Let's take inventory of what we have.

Everyone fell silent, the urgency of their situation sinking in. They gathered around, emptying their pockets and backpacks, pooling together their resources. It was a motley assortment of items: a few granola bars, water bottles, cell phones with no signal, a pocket knife, and some basic first aid supplies.

Great, we're like the world's worst Boy Scout troop, Chelsea remarked dryly. Despite her self-deprecating humor, her hands shook as she rummaged through her bag.

Let's not panic, JR said, trying to reassure the group. Internally, he was struggling to stay calm himself. We can ration our supplies, find fresh water, and make a shelter. We'll figure this out.

Right! Jessica agreed emphatically, her expression determined. And we should look for any signs of civilization or other people who might be able to help us.

Okay, let's split up, Jim decided, already delegating tasks. Dave, Darlene, you two search for food and water. Rich, you're our resident outdoorsman – see if you can find a good spot for shelter. The rest of us will scout the area and look for anything that might tell us where we are.

Got it, Rich nodded, his years of experience as a guide bringing a sense of confidence to his voice. Leave it to me.

As the group divided into teams, JR took a deep breath, trying to quell the rising fear inside him. The island loomed ahead, filled with unknowns and potential dangers. They had no choice but to venture forth, relying on their wits and each other to survive in this uncharted territory.

JR couldn't help but notice the tension in the air as they began their search. It was palpable, like a thick fog that had settled over them, threatening to suffocate the group. He watched with concern as some of the members' personalities clashed, causing conflicts to bubble beneath the surface.

Are you kidding me? We're going to listen to him? Meloni's voice dripped with disdain as she pointed at Rich. He's the reason we're stranded here in the first place!

Meloni, now is not the time, Jessica chided, her eyes narrowing in frustration. We need to work together if we want to survive this.

Survive? Mitch scoffed, his arms crossed defensively. We're doomed. There's no way off this island. We might as well accept our fate.

Enough! Jim roared, silencing the bickering. We're wasting time arguing. Now let's get moving and find some answers!

As they fanned out, JR felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. A part of him wished he could retreat into his own thoughts, but he knew he needed to keep everyone focused and united. The bizarre landscape stretched out before them – towering ferns, vibrant bioluminescent flowers, and massive trees that seemed to defy gravity. It was both beautiful and alien, only serving to remind them of how far they were from home.

Look at this! Darlene called out, kneeling by an odd cluster of mushrooms. They have a weird glow... maybe they're edible?

Wouldn't risk it, Dave replied, eyeing the mushrooms warily. Let's keep looking for something more familiar.

Guys, over here! James shouted excitedly, waving the group over. I found something!

They congregated around James, intrigued by his discovery. At their feet lay a curious metallic object – smooth and cylindrical, with a series of strange symbols etched into its surface.

Could it be from a satellite or something? Chelsea asked, her fingers tracing the unfamiliar markings.

Maybe, JR said thoughtfully. Or it could be a clue about this island's origins. We should hold onto it.

Great, more mysteries, muttered Jackson, his brow furrowed in concern. Just what we need.

Let's just keep searching, Jessica urged, trying to maintain a positive outlook. There has to be something here that can help us.

As they pressed on, JR couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. The island seemed to hum with a hidden energy, as if it were alive and aware of their presence. He knew they had no choice but to confront the unknown, but he couldn't help wondering what other secrets lay hidden within this mysterious land.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows across the alien landscape. JR stared at the strange metallic object they'd found earlier, its symbols reflecting the dying light in a hypnotic dance. He couldn't shake an unsettling feeling that gnawed at his gut – something was off about this island.

Alright, people, let's split up and cover more ground, Jim said with an authoritative tone. Jessica, you and Mitch head west. Dave, Darlene, go north. Rich, Meloni, check out east. Chelsea, Jackson, south. James, you're with me. We'll meet back here in two hours to share any discoveries.

Be careful, everyone, Jessica added, her voice laden with concern as she looked around at her companions. We don't know what we might encounter out there.

JR nodded in agreement, watching as the group dispersed into small teams. He joined Mitch and Jessica, their footsteps crunching on the peculiar red soil beneath them. You guys have any theories about how we ended up here? he asked, hoping for some logical explanation.

Well, I've been thinking... Mitch began hesitantly. What if this island is somehow related to the Bermuda Triangle? People always talk about ships and planes disappearing there, and we did crash-land not too far from it.

Interesting theory, Jessica mused, furrowing her brow. But wouldn't there be more evidence of those missing vessels? And why hasn't anyone found this place before?

Maybe they did, but they just never made it back to tell the tale, JR suggested, his heart pounding at the thought. The uncertainty weighed heavily on him, but he tried to remain focused on the task at hand.

As they ventured deeper into the island, the trio stumbled upon a clearing filled with enormous, luminescent flowers. Their petals emitted a soft, ethereal glow, casting a dreamlike quality over the scene. The beauty of it was marred by an undercurrent of unease that seemed to permeate everything.

Wow, Jessica breathed, reaching out to touch one of the glowing petals. I've never seen anything like this before.

Neither have I, Mitch admitted, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and trepidation. This place is amazing... and terrifying.

Let's keep moving, JR urged, the hair on the back of his neck prickling. He couldn't shake the sensation of being watched, as if unseen eyes followed their every move.

As they continued their exploration, an unnatural silence settled upon them, broken only by the occasional distant howl or rustle in the underbrush. It felt as if the island were holding its breath, waiting for something – but what?

Guys, Jessica whispered, her voice barely audible as she pointed towards a nearby tree. Look at that!

JR squinted, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. A series of deep, parallel gouges marred the tree trunk, looking as though some enormous creature had taken a swipe at it with razor-sharp claws. Unease twisted into full-blown fear, making his heart race.

Whatever made those marks... Mitch trailed off, swallowing hard. It's big. And probably not friendly.

Let's just hope we don't run into it, JR muttered, his pulse thundering in his ears. They pressed on, their pace quickened by the growing dread that clung to them like a second skin.

With each step, JR felt the weight of his responsibility to protect the group bearing down on him. He couldn't afford to let fear cloud his judgement – they needed a plan, and answers, if they were ever going to escape this island alive. But as the shadows lengthened and the mysteries deepened, he couldn't help but wonder if they were already in too deep.

JR's heart raced as he took in the sight of the gouged tree trunk, his mind racing with thoughts of how to protect the group. He cleared his throat, trying to mask his fear with authority. Alright, everyone, we need to get organized if we're going to survive this, he announced, stepping towards the center of the huddled group.

Good idea, JR, Jim agreed, rubbing his hands together anxiously. Let's assign roles and responsibilities.

I'll be in charge of rationing our food and water, Jessica volunteered, her voice firm. She looked around at the others, seeking agreement.

Sounds good to me, Rich nodded.

Darlene, Dave, and I can work on finding a suitable shelter, JR suggested, glancing at the tomboy and the jock, who exchanged uneasy glances but nodded in agreement.

Chelsea and I can take inventory of our supplies, Meloni chimed in, her usual haughty demeanor replaced by a determined air. Chelsea gave her a grateful smile, her round cheeks dimpling.

Great. Mitch, you can be our scribe – keep a record of everything we find and do, Jim said, looking at the writer. Mitch nodded, already pulling out a small notebook and pen from his backpack.

James, Jackson, and I will search for any signs of other people or anything that might help us understand where we are, Jim continued, receiving nods from the two men.

Sounds like a plan, JR affirmed, trying to ignore the gnawing dread in his stomach.

Let's get to it, Darlene said, clapping her hands together as they dispersed to fulfill their tasks.

JR's eyes scanned the area, searching for potential shelter while his mind replayed the strange occurrences they had experienced so far. He couldn't shake the sense that something was watching them, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Over here, Dave called out, pointing towards a small cave hidden beneath the overgrowth. The mouth of the cave seemed to beckon them in, offering the illusion of safety in this unfamiliar world.

As they approached, JR couldn't help but think about their limited supplies and the uncertainty of their situation. What if they couldn't find food or water? What if the island was more dangerous than even the gouged tree trunk suggested?

Alright, everyone! Jessica called out, drawing JR's attention away from his spiraling thoughts. We need to gather our supplies and start rationing right away. Her voice was steady, but he could see the worry in her eyes. They all knew how dire their situation was.

Here's what we have, Chelsea said, laying out their meager supplies on a makeshift table made from a large flat rock. We'll need to divide it evenly among us and make sure we don't waste anything.

Let's prioritize finding fresh water, JR interjected, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. Without it, we won't last long.

Agreed, Jim replied, clapping JR on the back. We can do this, buddy. We just need to keep our heads and stay focused.

Right, JR nodded, forcing a smile. But as they divided the meager rations and prepared for the night ahead, an unsettling feeling settled deep within him. He knew that surviving on this mysterious island would require more than just organization and determination – it would demand everything they had, and perhaps more than they were willing to give.

JR stood at the edge of the island's bizarre, violet-hued forest. The air was heavy with an otherworldly scent that reminded him of burnt sugar and seaweed. It felt like a dream, but the sand beneath his boots and the salty tang in his throat were painfully real. He glanced back at the group, their faces a mix of determination and trepidation.

Alright, he said, addressing everyone, we're going to split into teams to explore further. We need to find water and any signs of civilization.

Or just a way to call for help, Dave added, flexing his toned arms. Like a radio or something.

Good point, JR agreed. Let's pair up and make sure we check in regularly. Stay safe out there.

The group split off into pairs: JR with Jessica, Jim with Darlene, James with Rich, Meloni with Chelsea, and Mitch with Jackson. They ventured deeper into the island, each team taking a different direction, leaving the unsettling beach behind them.

As JR and Jessica trekked through the dense foliage, the atmosphere grew stranger still. The trees seemed to whisper in a language they couldn't understand, their branches swaying even though there was no breeze.

Listen, Jessica said, her voice barely audible over the eerie whispers. Do you hear that?

Sounds like... water? JR replied, straining his ears to make out the faint trickle amid the strange rustling.

Could be a stream or something, she suggested, her eyes shining with hope. Let's follow it.

They pressed on, following the tantalizing sound, hearts pounding as they pushed past vines that seemed to reach for them. After what felt like hours, they stumbled upon a small, crystal-clear pool fed by a gentle cascade spilling from a rocky overhang.

Thank God, JR breathed, relief washing over him. We found fresh water.

Looks that way, Jessica confirmed, dipping her fingers into the pool and bringing them to her lips for a tentative taste. It's good.

They exchanged a weary smile, but JR couldn't shake the feeling of isolation that clenched at his chest. What if this was all they found? A small pool of water in an alien landscape with no way off this impossible island?

Any luck? Jim's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie hanging from JR's belt.

Found some fresh water, JR replied, trying to keep his tone upbeat. You?

Nothing yet, Jim sighed. This place is like nothing I've ever seen before. It's like we're cut off from the rest of the world.

Let's keep searching, JR said, struggling to maintain hope in his voice. There has to be something here that can help us.

Roger that, came the reply.

JR clipped the walkie-talkie back onto his belt, exchanging a determined look with Jessica. Deep down, he knew their chances of finding help were slim, but he couldn't let despair take hold. They had to believe they could survive this – together.

Come on, he told her, shouldering his pack. Let's see what else this island has in store for us.

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the mysterious island. JR, Jessica, and the rest of the cast and crew huddled around a fire they had managed to ignite, the flickering flames casting a warm glow on their weary faces. The sound of the crackling fire was punctuated by the distant crashing of waves against the shoreline.

Who would've thought that after all these years in the industry, we'd end up stranded in a place like this? Dave mused, poking a stick into the fire. His chiseled features were etched with worry, betraying the pretty boy jock facade he usually portrayed.

Never thought I'd miss civilization so much, Meloni added, her spoiled rich girl demeanor now replaced with a humbled appreciation for the comforts she once took for granted.

JR looked around at the mismatched group, taking in the uncertainty and fear that lingered behind their eyes as they shared their doubts and concerns. I'll be honest, guys. I'm terrified, he admitted, earning nods of agreement from the others. "But we're all