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Summary - There are several other inhabitants on this unidentifiable island. Uncivilized inhabitants who don't take kindly to intruders. When push comes to shove one of the ten survivors will have to sacrifice themselves for the better of the team.
It's been two months since their plane crashed and the survivors figured they were doing pretty well, considering their given circumstances. There had been some distruptions amongst the students, but that was expected given their particular backgrounds. There had been a few fights between the students but nothing too bad, nothing lasting. Jackson had overcome his differences with Nathan, Daley and Taylor eventually came to an agreement. Despite the easy flow of the group, Melissa still detested Eric as much as possible, but not too much. When it came down to it, the group was almost like a family, forced to depend on each other every day. Eric eventually came to terms with the work he had to do (lugging water) and eventually stopped trying to avoid it. Daley tried her hardest not to be so demanding, so controlling, but sometimes it didn't quite work. Things had been real smooth lately.
Then they heard the music. It was pretty much the basic tribal music, with bongos and distant shouting. Lex speculated the obvious, what the others figured it was too, a distant tribe that had rituals with music and dancing. They probably didn't hear the tribe before because the rituals were months in between each other. Lex assumed the tribes were probably natives who were unaware of the rest of the world, uneducated and unaware of the English language. Perhaps they weren't the worst, though. Although they would be uneducated in the art of everything in the modern world, they would also be uneducated in the art of malice and spite.
"What do we do? What do we do?" Taylor asked loudly as the group assembled around the fire the second night of the rituals.
"Nothing," Jackson answered, leaning back against a log that Melissa was seated on. "They haven't noticed us in two months - chances are they aren't gonna notice us at all."
"And if they do?" Nathan asked. "We can't fight anyone. We'll die."
"Calm down," Jackson replied calmly. "We're not going to die. We've been here for two months. They've been here a lot longer. Chances are they've already scouted the island and taken up residence somewhere away from here. They probably won't centure out this far anyway. They haven't in the past two months."
"What if they have and we just like didn't see them?" Taylor asked.
Jackson breathed deeply. "Well then they already know about us and they can kill us at their leisure." Jackson grinned at Taylors sharp intake of breath and Eric's shout of of protest. "If they were planning on killing us then they would have by now, right? Yes. Now just forget about them and go back to bed." Jackson cut off Taylor and Eric's protestes with a single stare. "I'm serious. Forget about them."
"At least until they come to kill us," Lex added.