Stranded...

[Farewell]

((Swear to god I hate my family, might be off and on...))
Zaida laid under the temple resting and thinking deeply she huffed and dozed off thinking about her old tribe.

[Chains]

I walk back to see zaida laying on the floor.
I go and sit next to her closing my eyes and think about my brothers.

[The Past]

((I thought we already were in the temple.))

[Chains]

(I changed it)

[The Past]

Geoff rolled onto his back and peered up at the distant temple ceiling in thought. He wondered what was happening back home. By now, the plane's disappearance must have been reported. No one knew of his attempt to fly out of Scotland, and he was already homeless, so if by some chance his parents noticed he wasn't in town, they probably thought he migrated to another one or was murdered.

Maybe after all this time, his father finally realized how stupid their fight was and regrets his decision to kick him out so early. Geoff still wouldn't have wanted to go back, at least if this island incident didn't happen. Now he would love to go back. He was tired of being hungry all the time, tired of fighting and fleeing for his life, tired of worrying any step could get him killed. And maybe... maybe he actually missed his parents a little bit, as well as the rest of his family. They may have not approved of him entirely, but they still cared.

How long had he been on this island, anyway? It was hard to remember. So much stuff happened, and his sleeping schedule had been sporadic. A week? Eight, nine days? Maybe more than that. Lord.

And only time will tell how many more are ahead...

[Angder]

Fout... in a strange way... had rather enjoyed being on the island. he was used to fighting for survival, but for prehaps the first time he had a group of people with him in the same situation. The loss of technology was a bummer. He pulled out Geoff's phone from his pocket...

There must be an explanation for all this...
What if it isn't an accident, it could be part of the rocks, or it could be something physically jamming it! Fout's eyes went wide. Find out what causes the technology to go wrong... then find a way to destroy it.

[The Past]

Geoff turned his head to look at Fout and his phone in his hand.

"Oh hey, I forgot about that," he said.
He sat himself up.

[Angder]

"Not like it matters..." Fout looked up and grinned "not yet."

[The Past]

"You figure out how to get it working?"

[Angder]

Fout shook his head. "But I think I will soon..."

Fout glanced around. "Look... isn't it a bit... convenient? vicious island full of evil monsters, and our technology does not work?"

[The Past]

"I suppose so. What do you think is causing it?"

[Angder]

"a Cold war experiment perhaps? I don't think its natural."

[The Past]

"'a Cold war experiment...'"

Geoff rested his chin in his hand. "Huh... think everything here could be related to that?"

[Angder]

"its a complete guess..." Fout stated, "I won't know... actually no, it can't be cold war... look at this temple..."

[The Past]

Geoff looked around... "Yeah..."

He noticed some of the walls were smudged in what appeared to be black ink. He had examined the temple when they first got there, and there were paintings before.

"Huh... See that black stuff on the walls? That wasn't there before..."