A couple calm days passed as the group hung around the temple, catching fish and gathering fruit, chatting, occasionally looking out for any predators or tribesmen that may be lurking nearby. But everything was surprisingly quiet, and the survivors were quite thankful for that.
Geoff felt much more at home here, and he was happy to have his new family by his side. He spent some of the time doodling with charcoal on stone. Many of the doodles were cartoon likenesses of the group, tribesmen, and the creatures they came across during their adventures.
Geoff woke up in the morning and, wanting to have a little time alone, decided to take a stroll. He grabbed his spear and walked out into the jungle.
By nightfall, he still hadn't returned.
