A/N: To dragonserpent18, thank you, it was supposed to be terrifying, and I love that you love it. To Linkwonka88, of course I'm continuing it. You wouldn't think I'd leave it on a cliffhanger, would you? I'm glad you're finding it interesting. To XXCandyLoverXX, I'm honored that you thought my last chapter was worthy of horror. It's not really a genre I'd consider writing for, but since you think I wouldn't be too bad at it, who knows? Maybe someday. To mattTheWriter072, Loompaland is definitely a hostile place, and it's definitely something I wanted to establish early on. To Squirrela, death and destruction is right, and perhaps you'll see them prevalent in this chapter as well. To Turrislucidus, well, I can see where you're coming from, but a three-minute rapid ride can be different from the constant swaying of a ship at sea. Yes, Durai would certainly be a high contender for the Darwin Award, ha ha! Ah, yes, survivor's remorse. We'll have to see how much that gets to Wonka's head.

Log 6

You know what, I'm not even going to bother with introductions anymore. I'll just cut to the chase.

Our now group of five continued to venture through the foggy jungles—now more fearful for our lives than ever. Something strange began to happen, though: we noticed that the fog gradually started turning a magenta color. This seemed suspicious to everybody, so Kumar volunteered to go ahead of us to make sure that it was safe. I pleaded for him not to since I felt so guilty about what happened to Baladeva, Amrit, Durai, and Kavi, but he insisted; there was nothing I could do to stop him. He knew the risk he was taking but still wanted to do it for the good of us. I offered to go with him, but he still strongly insisted that I stay behind.

About fifteen feet into the magenta-colored fog, everything seemed to be alright. He stood around for about half a minute in the fog, and since everything appeared to be okay, he signaled for us to follow him. As we walked further into the fog, we realized that it was being emitted from these beautiful purple flowers, and it actually smelled quite wonderful; however, I heard Kumar starting to breath heavily. "Is everything alright?" I asked.

"Yes, yes," he insisted. But everything wasn't alright, because he started breathing even heavier before he collapsed to the ground.

"Kumar! Kumar! What happened?" I asked, but there was no response from him. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the enormous jaws of a carnivorous plant emerged from the foliage and consumed Kumar's unconscious body! I know I've been saying this a lot, but I truly mean it: I could not believe what just happened! It feels like I'm living through the fictitious legends of old explorers, except they're actually real!

After we had just witnessed that, we ran out of the magenta fog as fast as we could. We soon realized, though, that that might not have been the best idea, since running means faster breathing, which means breathing in more of the toxic fumes. We fortunately all made it out, but we were all a little woozy afterwards.

Now, I'm no biologist, but I can tell you that what we had seen was the most complex form of plant life on the planet. I believe the flowers and the snap trap were all part of one plant—the flowers emit a sweet-smelling but toxic perfume, which attracts creatures and causes them to asphyxiate, then I'm guessing perhaps there are sensors underground that sense the "thud" of the body against the ground, which activates the trap to come out and eat the body.

That wasn't the end of it, though. You see, as we continued through the forest, another carnivorous plant lunged out from the bushes and got ahold of Isha's arm! This plant was a lot quicker and stronger, which is probably why it didn't need the aid of a toxic gas. Isha was struggling with it, but it eventually tore his arm clean off! It was absolutely terrifying, just as everything else up to that point had been. A vine then wrapped around his leg and started pulling him into the jaws of another plant, but I finally worked up the initiative to cut the vine using my machete. I felt so proud after that! I actually saved this guy's life! Sadly, though, my joy did not last long; as Isha was getting back up, another vine wrapped around his chest, lifted him up through the air, and dropped him into the mouth of another plant.

With Isha's gruesome death taking place before our eyes, Navin was feeling a little light-headed and off-balance, so he grabbed onto a hanging vine for support; however, the vine then wrapped around his arm and pulled him all the way up to another pair of hungry plant jaws resting in the treetops.

This was another case where we just decided to run for it as fast as we could. Several plant traps just barely missed us as we ran by. As we were running, Mahesha and I, the only survivors, slipped into a strange, slimy pit. As we were falling down the slippery slope of the pit, I realized that it was actually the large mouth of a creature! I seriously thought this was the end for us, but, miraculously, some sort of person in the treetops threw a rudimentary bomb into the mouth of the creature, causing it explode in the most spectacular way. The force of the explosion lifted us out of the pit, and, luckily, we weren't injured from it.

I looked to see who it was that threw the bomb, but they quickly disappeared into the trees. From the quick glimpse that I got, though, it appeared to be a child, judging from its short stature. This was clear evidence that there are in fact people currently living on this island. It's still unclear if they are friendly or not, though. Did it throw the bomb to save us from that pit monster, or was that bomb intended for us? I'm kinda hoping we make it off this island before I find that out, but as of now, I'll be lucky if I make it past tonight.

Now it's just me and Mahesha. We're now resting for the night, but I doubt I'll get any sleep. I witnessed five deaths today! Five! Not to mention that each one was gruesome beyond belief. I can barely believe them, and I saw them with my own eyes! Even when I did try to help one of them, he still got killed. Some help I am. Should I have pleaded even harder for Kumar not to go ahead of me? Was there any way I could've saved the victims of the carnivorous plants, or were they just in a hopeless situation? I honestly can't think of a good answer for any of these questions.

I mean, what kind of a place is this? It's no wonder why no one knows about this island; if people have traveled here before, they were probably all killed off. I'm now scared that something could just jump out in the middle of the night and kill us at any second. It wouldn't be outside the realm of plausibility at all. How can I sleep in these conditions? The answer is, I can't. And I won't. I'm not even tired anyways. But I guess I should be winding down this entry, so if I'm even alive by tomorrow, I'll fill you in on whatever happens, because, trust me, something will happen. Until then, (if I'm still alive) Willy Wonka.

Log 7

Well, since I'm writing this now, it's obvious that we survived past the night, so there's a good thing. I think I even fell asleep for a little bit, which is good I guess, so I won't feel as tired today.

We continued to find our way back to the beach when, suddenly, tragedy struck once again. Mahesha stepped on what appeared to be solid ground, but was actually quicksand. He started panicking and moving his legs quickly, trying to get out, but that only made him sink quicker. "Stop moving!" I told him. "It'll only make you sink faster!" I tried using branches for him to grab onto, but it was no use—the quicksand was too strong. Mahesha had already sank up to his shoulders at this point! "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do! I can't just let you die, though. What am I supposed to do? I'll go in and die with you. How 'bout that?" I told him.

"Willy!" Mahesha said. "You don't know what you're saying. Don't kill yourself just because I'm going to die. It's not your fault. Don't do it."

"Okay. But now what do I do?"

"Just go. Leave me. I've accepted my fate. I just don't want you to endanger yourself trying to save me."

"O-okay," I said quietly as I reluctantly walked away from him, now only his head above the surface.

And now we come to where I am now—lost in the jungle, alone, scared, and terribly guilty. Why me? Why, out of everybody else, was I the one who survived thus far? I don't think I deserve to be the last one standing. I think I deserve the worst out of everyone. I'm the reason everyone was stranded on this island and killed. That is, except for Carl. I'm not even sure how he's doing, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's been killed also. I can't believe it. I indirectly killed at least eight people by bringing them all on this expedition in the first place. I'm the one who should have been killed first and foremost. Maybe I'll just go feed myself to one of those carnivorous plants and end my suffering.

No. What am I saying? Did I really just write that? Did I really just think that? I can't kill myself. Not now that I've gotten this far. True, I indirectly had a hand in these eight deaths, but it's not like I actually played a part in any of them. I never had any malevolent intentions. In fact, I did the best that I could to save them. I'm not sure if there is a God, but there must be at least some superior force above me that decided that I should be the one to survive. I must be here for a purpose. What that purpose is, I'm not sure, but I am sure I'm going to find out.

Okay…so I'm not going to end my life. Now what? I don't know the first thing about survival. I guess I'll just do what we were doing before and just try to find my way back to the beach. Only problem is everyone who had any sort of navigation tool got killed, so I have no idea where to go. I'm just praying that something doesn't kill me at this point. I guess if I continue to survive, I'll continue to write. Until then, Willy Wonka.