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Dark World 4: Taken

Chapter 4:

INGRID'S POV

After two days all our adrenaline ran out and the hunger set in. We'd only gone up the river a little ways and we had no idea where we were. In fact I had a feeling it was going to be a long time before we got out of here at all. If we even got out of it in the first place. Not knowing was the thing that scared me the most. Back in America during the plague I had known that we would make it and Luke might have been okay. Even in England I knew he was okay or dead at least. This was a new kind of horror, though. We had no idea where we were or what lurked in the jungle. We didn't even know how long we could be here. We might be stuck in the river for ages or longer at that. We may be travelling in the wrong direction of the river. We could be travelling inland instead of to the ocean.

Besides that we didn't even know what had caused the natives to die out. They just seemed to touch us and then die. Maybe we caused them to die or maybe they had some sort of disease themselves. We knew we would probably never find out. I looked out at the river feeling my stomach grumble. I saw a patch of mangos and craved them thoroughly. I needed food. NOW.

"Zane, We need to pull of and go out to gather food." I cried.

Zane looked up from the steering wheel, "I've been waiting for someone to say that. I didn't want to go into the jungle if I was the only one hungry."

"Should we go now?" I asked.

"Yes!" He groaned.

I felt the ship lurch and pull over to the bank side. I looked out at the dark jungle, feeling it's wrath and ominous interior. I felt like we were being watched. Something out there was indeed watching us from afar. I knew it.

I got up from the deck and headed down into the interior with Zane. The others were looking at us confusingly. Shawna followed us into the kitchen were we met up with everyone else.

"Zane and I are going into the jungle to look for food, we need one more person." I said.

Shawna threw her hand up into the air immediately, "I need to get off this ship. I feel sick."

"Okay, So the rest of you need to stay behind and keep look on the ship." Zane said.

"Alright," Steve said yawning.

"If we aren't back in five days then…leave." I said.

"What? Why?" Jack said.

"If we aren't back by midnight on the fifth night then we are probably dead." I said.

Jack looked at Zane, who nodded slowly. Jack slumped back into the booth and looked at the table. I saw the sadness in his eyes. He already lost Allison and some of his friends…he couldn't lose Zane and us too. It would kill him.

"Do you need weapons? We found some knives and pipes in the back?" Steve suggested.

"Yeah, That'd be great." I said.

"I'll go get them." Myka ran back.

I wiped my forehead and looked at Shawna. She looked a little green from the sea water. I flashed back to when Luke and I were on a boat outside of London back in the 2012 Olympics. I felt sick again, myself. Myka came back with a sad looking pile of pipes and knives. I took a long knife and a small pipe I threw into a tattered back we found in a back room. Whatever this ship had been, they had cleaned it out pretty good. There wasn't much supplies left…that was for sure.

Zane put a pipe through his pants and we walked out into the deck. Jack held hands with Zane until we reached the shore. I hopped down into the muddy banks and felt the jungle air grip me. It was so surreal that I almost fainted. Zane kept me up and we hiked up the small hill into the jungle. I turned back, expecting to see the boat; instead all I saw was thick underbrush and jungle. So quickly it had faded away. I sighed and walked up into the jungle more with Zane and Shawna. We had five days to gather supplies. Then it was all downhill.

SHAWNA'S POV

We trekked up into the jungle for a few hours before we finally settled down and started looking for food. We thought more fruits would be inland. The outer shores weren't full of fruit. Inland we would find the luscious fruit that mother nature intended for us to have. Passion fruit, Mangos, Bananas and more.

Ingrid and Zane walked ahead of me with knives sheathed and pipes carried in their hands and pants. I sighed and looked up at the grey ashen sky above the jungle. It seemed like rain was inevitably coming to haunt us. Rain…It was something I had to deal with in England and Red River. It was something I could never escape. I was glad to get at least an hour of warm tropical sun in Greece instead of the rainy sun in England.

"Shawna…" I heard someone whisper.

I stopped and looked around, "Shawna…run…Dharma…Run…The island…River…Boat…Death…Run!" The whispers continued.

I looked around and scanned the forest. Something was wrong. I looked at Ingrid and Zane. They didn't notice the strange voices.

"Come on Shawna," Zane said.

"Coming…" I looked around again.

What had those whispers meant? Were we walking into a trap?

MYKA'S POV

Steve and I sat in the kitchen as the rain started pouring. It pounded against the room of the boat and deck. The river waters rippled with every drop that touched it's warm greenish surface. It was dreary and I was starving. I hadn't notice how hungry I was. I guess it was the result of the liquids we had been injected with. It had to of been. What else would block out hunger for three days…plus the days it had taken to get us here on this ship? It had to be a high dosage of morphine.

I'd seen my share of bizarre things. Artifacts, Plagues, Warehouses, Eureka, Zombies, and even heard of werewolves, but this jungle was even more mysterious. Natives had just died like they knew something was coming. Like we were going to be in trouble soon.

"What do you think it was like for Pete in America?" Steve asked quietly.

I looked down. My coworker for the past twenty years had been killed in a fiery plane crash just months ago. Pete Lattimer had been my best friend and the person I had to admit I liked a little. He was the only one who could make me safe, sad and happy all at once. But Pete had died and his body had been reduced to partly being melted and partly being naked. It was the worst thing to see. I think what was worse than that was seeing the two couples whose kids we had with us back in New America. Alyssa, Ian and Matthew were all orphaned and adopted by all of us really. Even though they mainly lived with Tanya and Jim. I looked outside and saw a man standing across the river. He was wearing a tan brown jump suit and had a rifle. I gasped. He ran off into the jungle.

"Get up to the deck!" I screamed.

Steve ran behind me and Jack joined us on the roof. I threw open the hatch door as thunder cracked. I scanned the jungle scenery for the man.

"Show yourself!" I screamed.

Jack and Steve looked at me worried. I pushed my hair out of my face. I knew there was something out there. I saw him. He was as real as real could get.

"Get out of this river…It's not safe…Run! Run! Myka, Steve, Jack get out now. Don't wait for the others…Because they're coming." We heard a whispering around us.

Steve and Jack looked at me with wide eyes.

"What did you see?" Jack asked.

"A man in a brown jumpsuit." I said.