The salt-laced air of Switchback Cove still carried the faint, phantom echo of Gutt's parrot squawks, even twelve years after his defeat. The island, once a battleground, now felt strangely…empty. Fast Tony, ever the opportunist, had convinced his reluctant companions that the cove held untapped resources – a claim met with more skepticism than enthusiasm, especially from Diego.
"Are you sure about this, Tony?" Diego growled, his amber eyes scanning the dense jungle. "This place gives me the creeps."
"Relax, kitty cat," Tony squeaked, his voice laced with false bravado. "Think of the possibilities! Rare shells, exotic fruits… maybe even a few Gutt souvenirs we can pawn off!"
Clint and Squint, the perpetually bickering rabbit brothers, hopped nervously behind Tony. "I still think we should've stayed on the mainland," Clint whimpered, twitching his nose. "Remember the last time Tony had a 'brilliant idea'?"
Squint, despite his own apprehension, couldn't resist a jab. "Yeah, we almost ended up as siren appetizers!"
Shira, ever vigilant, stood beside Diego, her blue eyes assessing their surroundings. "Something doesn't feel right," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the crashing waves.
Sid the sloth, as usual, trailed behind, oblivious to the rising tension. "Ooh, look! A shiny rock!" he exclaimed, picking up a piece of quartz. "Maybe it's worth something!"
Julian and Peaches, the woolly mammoth couple, were a little further back. Julian was excitedly pointing out the local flora while Peaches looked increasingly uncomfortable. Peaches was struggling with a hidden weight, a nagging guilt that she'd never truly addressed her feelings for Louis.
The sun began its descent, casting long, distorted shadows across the island. The air grew thick with humidity, and an unsettling silence descended, broken only by the rustling of leaves.
That night, the horror began.
Tony, ever the restless sleeper, wandered off, likely in search of 'untapped resources'. He never returned. The next morning, Clint and Squint found his shell, cracked and hollow, near the edge of the jungle. A single, rusted metal tool, almost like a pick axe lay nearby, stained crimson. Panic ignited the group.
"This is no accident," Diego snarled, his claws extended. "Something is hunting us."
The second night, Julian was gone. Peaches woke to an empty space beside her, a cold dread gripping her heart. His joyful chatter was replaced with a suffocating silence. Frantic, she searched for him, finding only a single, blood-soaked flower – the same type he'd been admiring earlier.
Fear turned to terror. They were trapped, hunted.
Over the next 24 hours, the nightmare intensified. Each member of the group disappeared, one by one, leaving behind only fragmented clues and a growing sense of dread. The axe again. Footprints. The faint scent of…gunpowder.
Clint and Squint, huddled together for comfort, vanished without a trace. [blood splattered]
Finally, only Diego, Shira, Sid, and Peaches remained. Their nerves were frayed, their bodies exhausted. They were desperate, clinging to the hope of survival.
"We have to find somewhere to hide," Peaches pleaded, her voice trembling. "Somewhere safe."
Diego, ever the tracker, noticed a subtle break in the undergrowth. "There," he said, pointing with his claw. "Something has been through here."
They followed the trail, pushing through dense foliage, their hearts pounding in their chests. The path led them deeper into the jungle, to a place where the trees blocked out the sun, creating an eternal twilight.
And then they saw it: a log cabin, seemingly untouched by time, nestled amidst the trees. It was a crude structure, built with rough-hewn logs and roofed with palm leaves. A single, barred window stared out into the jungle like a vacant eye.
Cautiously, they approached the cabin. Diego pushed open the creaking door, and they stepped inside.
The interior was dimly lit, filled with the musty smell of decay. Cobwebs hung like macabre decorations, and dust coated every surface. A rough-hewn table stood in the center of the room, surrounded by rickety chairs.
But what caught their attention was the journal lying open on the table. Its pages were filled with a madman's scrawling's, a chronicle of isolation and descent into madness. They learned that he crash landed on earth long ago, even before the killer dinosaur comet had struck. He had been a scientist originally.
Then, the footsteps.
Heavy, deliberate footsteps, approaching the cabin. Their blood ran cold.
"He's coming," Shira whispered, her eyes wide with terror.
Without a word, they darted out of the cabin, scrambling back into the jungle, seeking refuge amongst the dense foliage.
They hid behind a thicket of vines, their hearts pounding in their ears. The footsteps grew closer, and then a figure emerged from the cabin.
He was naked, his body lean and wiry, covered in dirt and scars. His eyes were wild and unfocused, filled with an ancient madness. He carried an axe over his shoulder, its blade glinting in the dappled sunlight.
Shira gasped involuntarily, a faint blush rising on her cheeks when seeing the man's manhood but it was a sin for doing that. Diego, noticing her reaction, felt a pang of jealousy, a ridiculous emotion in the face of imminent death.
Hours passed. They remained hidden, listening to the sounds of the man moving through the jungle, a predator stalking its prey.
As the sun began to set, casting long, sinister shadows, the hunt resumed.
Diego and Shira decided to create a distraction. They emerged from their hiding place, drawing the man's attention.
"Run, Sid! Run, Peaches!" Diego shouted, his voice filled with desperation.
The man turned, his eyes locking onto Diego. He raised the shotgun he was holding, its barrel glinting in the fading light.
Diego lunged forward, intent on attacking the man. But it was too late.
The man pulled the trigger.
The blast echoed through the jungle, a deafening shot that silenced the birds and sent the remaining survivors into a state of shock. Diego's head exploded in a shower of blood and gore, his body collapsing in a heap on the ground.
Shira screamed, her voice filled with grief and rage. She charged at the man, her claws extended, but he sidestepped her attack, raising the axe.
The axe fell with brutal force, striking Shira in the face. The blade sliced through her skull, silencing and [blood splatter]
The man turned his attention to Sid and Peaches, who were hidden nearby. But instead of attacking them, he simply stared at them, his eyes filled with a strange, unnerving calm.
"Peaches," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You chose Julian over Louis. You made your choice." By the time you die from old age, you will join your friends in hell"
His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken judgment. Peaches felt a wave of guilt wash over her, a realization of the pain she had caused.
Then, as suddenly as he had appeared, the man vanished. The jungle fell silent, save for the rustling of leaves.
Suddenly a gale-force wind swept through the island, bending the trees and whipping the undergrowth into a frenzy. And within the wind, they heard voices. Familiar voices.
Tony's wheedling offer of 'rare shells'. Julian's excited descriptions of the flora. The bickering of Clint and Squint. Diego's gruff warnings. Shire's soft murmurs.
The wind intensified, becoming a vortex of sound and fury. Then, with a final, it vanished.
All that was left was the silence. And the knowledge that their friends, their now dead companions, had been dragged down to hell.
Sid and Peaches were alone, standing on the edge of a nightmare that would haunt them for the rest of their days. The island, once a place of refuge, was now a tomb. And the memory of Switchback Cove, and the bloodbath that unfolded there, would forever be etched into their souls.
Sid: Oh god what happen we've better get off this island. he is worst then gutt
author notes: I am sorry for writing this but if there were interspecies in the movies like Shrek and no big deal of it. i wont have write this bashing story today. just like in ice age 5. Shira never did noting or talk with the herd members, all she cares about is her mate Diego just because their cats or close that's how laws of nature works these days huh but to me their not the best couple or stuff. but anyways, I don't owned the characters because they belong to blue-sky or Disney peach out. but one more thing. every time i watch shipping about Shira and buck on YouTube or what. i hated when people on the comments below make a deal out of it or complaining for what they don't like to see.