(A/N Hey guys! Thank you to every one who reviewed! Like, actually, you have no idea how much it motivates me, because I really don't know where I'm going with this story haha. Oh, and I'm glad every one enjoyed the last chapter. I enjoyed writing it. ;) Oh, and one more thing. I'm officially going to stop bashing Melissa! Yay, are you proud? Haha! Enjoy!)

It was a little while they had gotten every one back into the plane, and put the sleeping bags back. It smelled a little bit better, but not much.

"So, what now?" Taylor asked, tired of asking and hearing that question.

Daley shook her head. "I don't know, I mean…we could clean out the plane."

Taylor stared at her blankly. "What?"

Daley sighed, and said, "Well, I mean, there's a lot of junk in there, right? And…maybe we could…disinfect it!"

"We have disinfectant?" Taylor asked, and Daley looked around. "I'm not sure. How about I start cleaning, and you look for the stuff."

Taylor shrugged, happy to not have to spend any more time than needed in an enclosed space with the people carrying the plague. She walked to the tent, taking her sweet time – even though she had been pretty helpful lately, she was Taylor Hagan…she had a reputation to keep up – and spent more the double the time searching for any type of disinfectant. Then she walked back to the fire, and searched in the first aid kit. Not finding any thing, she decided to walk back to the tent, grab one of Eric's shirts this time, and grabbed a jug of water.

"Daley, I didn't find any disinfectant why don't we-" Taylor screamed. In the 20 minutes that she had been gone, Daley had gotten the disease. To tell you the truth, she looked awful. She had huge pus-yellow spots, even bigger than Jackson's. Her eyes had big underneath them, and she had passed out right over top of Eric, Jackson, and Nathan's ankles.

Taylor sighed, and put down the water jugs. She tried to pick Daley up, but failed, so just dragged her beside Melissa. Then she walked outside, fighting the urge to cry.

"NOW WHAT?" She yelled at the sky.

End of day 25

Day 26

"God, looking after sick people is boring!" Taylor said aloud, looking at Daley. "They don't do any thing!"

She'd been watching them for a few hours, and none of them had woken up. She knew they were probably dehydrated, and tried forcing water into their mouths, but it wasn't working – and she didn't want to kill any one.

Taylor chewed the inside of her cheek. She had so many questions floating through her head. Why did Jackson say Melissa's name when he woke up yesterday? Why did Daley just randomly drop down sick? If she were there, could she have helped her? When was rescue coming? And most importantly, when was she going to become sick too?

Taylor decided that she would do some thing, to pass the time. She needed to busy herself with some thing, or she'd drive herself nuts. Then she decided she'd clean the plane. That's how desperate she was – she didn't even do chores at home.

So, she grabbed a water jug, Eric's t-shirt, and started scrubbing.

When she was done, she took the rest of the water and the shirt outside. The plane didn't look cleaner, but it smelled better. She smiled to herself, and congratulated herself on a job well done. She didn't feel that feeling of satisfaction very often.

She went to grab a water bottle, and took a sip. The only probably was, there was no water. She grabbed another one, and squeezed it into the sand. A drop came out. She did this with five more bottles. All of them were empty.

"Crap we need more water!" She exclaimed to herself. "Hm, I wonder who's going to have to do that!" She looked around. "Eric? Daley? Nathan?" She sighed, and grabbed two jugs, deciding she'd go collect the water before she lost her mind.

When she had finished the job, she heard a growl. It was the same growl she heard before Jackson had gotten sick. Deciding that it probably hadn't seen her, she picked up the two, now filled water jugs, and quietly walked back towards camp.

She heard a bit of rustling, but no more growling, and she felt a lot better. Until she got to camp that is.

When she got to camp, she put down the jugs, and flopped into a chair. Then she heard the growl.

She looked up in alarm. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She heard it again. Ok, probably not.

She stood up, looking around. And that's when it lunged at her. It being a beast that she couldn't identify. Taylor quickly moved out of the way, and spun around. Her heart was pounding, her heart in her throat.

The beast was big, on its hind legs about as tall as Taylor. It almost looked like a cross between a bear and a tiger. It was bright orange, but it was a solid colour. Taylor opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

Two choices flashed into her brain. The first, dash towards the plane. But it had no door, the monster would probably invite itself in and attack the rest of the group. She didn't even know if the creature knew that they were in the plane, and decided that was probably a bad idea. The second choice was to run to the water. She didn't know if it could swim, and she didn't know how fast it was. But then she decided she was willing to take that chance.

Before she knew what she was doing, her legs were moving her as fast as they could towards the water. She heard a loud growl behind her, and she ran faster, not even realizing that was possible.

When she reached the water, she dove, her mouth and nose wide open. She swam under water until her lungs felt like they were about to explode, and when she finally came up, she was so deep, she had to fight the water to keep her head above.

The beast had stopped right when its paws hit the water, and Taylor sighed. With a growl, it turned, and stalked away. Thankfully along the beach, instead of back to the camp.

Taylor turned on her back for a few minutes while she caught her breath, and then she looked back at the beach. The beast appeared to be gone, and she swam back to shore.

Then she trudged back to camp, her heart still racing, her legs feeling like rubber, and sopping wet.

"This vacation sucks." She announced to no one in particular, and flopped down by the fire.

(A/N Ok, that's that. I hope you liked this chapter, a lot of action, and not a lot of talking. Poor Taylor! I decided to add in that whole beast thing, you know, on top of the whole taking care of 6 sick people thing. Mainly because I'm evil. ). Anyways, review please! It's greatly appreciated. Love you all!)