Millie edged into the cave, running her fingers down the damp walls tentatively. The echo of water led her towards the waterfall on the other side of the cavern. Trembling, she brushed the damp strands of hair clinging to her face. Her fingers were pale and wrinkled from drifting in the ocean for nearly a day.
Stumbling through the sheet of water falling from above, she emerged into a clearing where the pool of water disappeared underground. The jungle was a dark emerald green, moss hanging low and dripping with humidity. Millie carefully lowered herself into the pool and wearily swam to the other side of the rocky beach. She practically dragged herself ashore. Laying on her back underneath the bright afternoon sky, she closed her eyes.
There were others depending on her. She needed to rally to continue but the weariness was taking over her bones like a disease.
She forced her eyes open and found herself staring up into a face. Millie's jaw dropped but she found that she could not scream. It was as though she were drifting in some nightmare. The face was half obscured by the fresh water clouding her vision. It was hidden also by what looked like long strands of sun bleached curls and a scraggly beard. She lifted her fingers, brushing the curtain of hair in front of the stranger's face to make sure he was real.
"Help me." Millie gasped before darkness took her sight in its seductive embrace.
Author's Note: I used to write "Lord of the Flies" fictions when I was a young teenager and decided I needed to revisit that fandom. Reviews are great! Thank youuuuu