What happened to my loyal fans? What happened to my friends? What happened to-

Day 3 of the Island…

If a pig is killed in the middle of the jungle, does anyone hear it? Yes, the poor souls who killed it do. And it was a very unappealing squeal. You could say some of us have lost our minds, and by now that's no surprise. And you really know it's bad when Bipolar suddenly starts to make a little sense.

"If we spend any more time on this island those two are going to go completely mad." She says as her, Reaver and I are sitting on the beach, watching some turtle pop up above the water, then back down and up once more. I look over to see who she's referring to. It's Kory and Fairbanks, arguing at the top of their lungs.

"You're right." Reaver says, astonished.

"She is?"

"I am?" Bipolar and I say at the same time.

"Yeah, I hate to say this but," Reaver turns to me, "We need to get off this island."

"What? Why?" I ask. There's a loud thud, and Fairbanks has taken a large plank of wood and knocked Kory in the head with it. "Oh…"

"Do you see my point?" He asks.

"Yeah," I lay back on the sand and let out a groan. "We've been… all around the world…"

"Not everywhere."

"Okay we have Asia, the rest of Australia and Russia. But we already know what's happened to Russia."

"Maybe… maybe we don't." Reaver says quietly.

I prop myself up on my elbows and look at him, "What do you mean?"

"Maybe Russia wasn't telling the truth." He proposes.

"You have no proof of that." I say.

"You're right. But we have no proof that it isn't safe there." He retorts.

"What's your beef with Russia?" I ask.

"I don't have one." He answers, and stands up.

"Fine, tell the others to meet up here. I'll think of something." I let out a sigh and he walks away. Bipolar was looking at him like he was the crazy one. "Ignore him, he's just being grumpy."

"Still…" But she doesn't say anything else. I stand up and make my way toward the other side of the beach where Kory was knocked out on the sand and Fairbanks was sitting on the rock next to him.

"Fun times?" I ask.

"Well…" She drifts off.

"What were you guys arguing about?"

"Oh, nothing…" She sighs.

"No, seriously." I say.

"It was nothing, I'm sure he'll be fine when he uh…" She pokes him with her foot, "When he wakes up."

"Right… well, we're gonna have a little family chat due to Reaver's suspicions, so we'll probably meet over by the fire."

"Kay," She drags Kory by his feet across the sand. Nope, not crazy at all…

"Alright everybody, shut up." Jay says for me. I thank him and he sits down. All attention is on me.

"And now time for another one of Minneapolis' famous plans." Kory jokes.

"Sure is," I smile. "Now… who knows how to build a boat?" Everyone shares the same look. They knew what this meant.

"You want us to leave the island?" Nick asks, his eyes wide.

"Yes." I breathe.

"Alright," Texas says. What?

"Yeah, I was getting sick of this island anyways." Bavaria adds. They're agreeing with me?

"This whole stranded on a desert island thing was getting really cliché." Jay shakes his head. Did he just say cliché?

"Alright, let's get moving on this boat, guys. We need wood, vines and anything else that's useful you can find." Reaver commands. Everyone goes their separate ways, than I realize something.

"We were missing someone." I state, thinking about the numbers, the faces I saw.

"Who?" Reaver asks me.

"I'm not sure." I think about it. "Oh my god." I feel like I'm about to puke all of a sudden.

"What? Who was it?"

"Emmett." I say.

"Calm down, he's probably just wandering around in the jungle, he'll be back any minute, I'm sure."

"Reaver, I haven't seen him all day." I ignore his last statement.

"Come to think of it… neither have I." He looks at me, "Breathe." I take a deep breathe.

"Thanks," I say, and we run into the jungle.

"Emmett!" I call. We had been searching for hours. The sun was already starting to go down. The jungle's air was musty and humid. Suddenly there's a howling sound, and something rushes past.

"What was that?" I ask. There isn't an answer. I look over at Reaver, his face is frozen and he twitches slightly.

"That- that was… that was Jay… on a vine… and he wasn't- he wasn't wearing any… clothes."

"He and I are going to have a little chat later." I shake my head and continue our search. ****Told you I would get back at you****

"Rednecks." Reaver scoffs. "Emmett, come here."

"Reaver, he's not a cat." I say.

"You're right. Emmett! Here kitty, kitty, kitty." I roll my eyes. Then a sudden stench overwhelms the humid air and my nausea returns.

"Damn, what is that?" He asks me.

"It smells like… It smells like…" I scream.

Sorry about that little intrusion. I just wanted a little revenge. Don't you just love cliff hangers?

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