The Island

by rosemily125

Tris is in a plane crash and is the only survivor. She is found by a certain someone who has been stranded on the island for three years. They are living just fine on their island, but their supplies soon starts to run out. Will they get rescued? Or will they die together on the Island?

3. Chapter 2

Tris's POV

I pull my gun out of my pocket and stand at the ready. the rustling in the bushes stops, and I begin to walk towards them. This better not be a little animal or something. I think to myself. That would be embarrassing. but i'm the only one here. The rustling continues and I put my gun up. Again, it stops and I am confused. A head pops up and my finger slightly tightens on the trigger. I recognize the head as a human, but leave my finger on the trigger.

"Who the fuck are you?" I ask, staring into the strangers dark blue eyes.

"Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?" He screams back at me.

"I asked you first."

"Nope." He resits.

"Fine. I'll shoot you in the leg."

"I'll just shoot you back." he says as he pulls out a pistol from the back of his belt. We stand at the ready with our guns pointed at each other.

"Ugg. Fine. My name is Tris Prior, federal agent for NYC." I say.

"You're a fed? Why are you on this island?" He questioned.

"I'll explain later. Who are you?"

"Tobias Eaton." I look at him and think for a second.

"Your name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it?"

"I was in that huge plane crash three years ago. I have been here ever since." He says as he puts his pistol back in his belt.

"That's right! Wow. It feels like yesterday that it came on the news. There was a dangerous prisoner on that plane. Is that where you got the gun? The guard?" I question.

" I was the guard. I was also federal agent for NYC." He says, smirking.

"It's You! Oh my god! You were my idol! Being the youngest fed and all but…"

"Wait. I was your idol? What happened?"

"Well, you died. But I have always loved you." I say, feeling like a teenage girl who just met One Direction.

"Well, I can now keep being your idol. Do you want to come to my camp? It is way more comfortable than this cave. Trust me." he askes me.

"Yes please. My back is killing me. You don't happen to have a mattress do you?" I joke, as I get my stuff.

"Hehe. You are going to be surprised."

We start walking in a direction in silence with nothing but green around us.