I looked around and there were only four of us alive: me, the navigator, and the youngest recruit. Two were all vomiting from the horror of the lake, the young cadet saying "they're dead, they're dead, oh god, they're all dead and we're next, WE'RE NEXT!" He screamed and laughed at the same time, losing his sanity.

I've seen signs like this before, and this is where I would kill the man, as right now he has become a nuisance to the group. But I shouldn't do this...even though it is right?

"Calm down, kid," the navigator told him, "we just need to remain composed. We're leaving this island."

This made Angeles' eyes widen. "You pathetic weakling, you're supposed to be the best navigator on islands, and here you're hopeless against the wildlife."

The navigator gritted his teeth. "What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? It doesn't take much to realize that there is something seriously wrong with this place. It's cursed by the devil!"

Angeles made a cocky smirk. "You're just weak."

The tension was high, but I did not bother to intervene. Honestly, I would like for everyone to die so I can just focus on myself. I know this isn't morally acceptable, but still, why shouldn't I let them die? After all, they'll just betray me, right? Nevermind those thoughts, Blackwood. After all, the kid and the captain will leave, and you can head with Angeles to the island and see more of this wonderful terrifying place. And who knows, I'll probably see Angeles' screams of anguish. Ahaha, dammit! Stop with those silly thoughts, Angeles.

Finally snapping back to reality, I saw the captain gripping Angeles' shirt, and they were in a screaming contest while the kid was screaming and laughing.

"Damn it, kid, will you shut up?" said the navigator as the kid took his machete and began to slice something, still screaming and laughing. Chunks of meat flew as I and the captain grabbed him down. I could not identify the creature he had killed.

"Shut the hell up, you'll attract predators," I yelled in his ear, but my yelling was muted by the horrifying alien screeches.

They came from the trees.

We looked up and saw a group of at least 20 animals up there.

These ugly beasts were the size of a chimp and as muscular too. They were completely pale and had massive eyes compared to their head. They were like massive balls. Their mouths looked like the fangs of a baboon. They had long fingers and thick, long claws. They made sounds of a much larger animal, and they were furious with us. That's when it clicked: the small creature the young cadet killed...was a baby of theirs! "We need to move!" I began to sprint away, not daring to look back, but I heard yells, and they were tempting me. I looked around. I saw Angeles right behind me, and the bearded captain held onto the cadet while the hideous creatures surrounded them on the ground. Angeles simply kept running. I wanted to, too, but my legs were frozen.

It's so easy to run away right now and leave them to die. Trying to save them can potentially end my life, too, but I only had water on me, and one of those two possibly has food, so I must save them.

I ran to them, fired some shots in the air to scare off the hideous creatures, but disturbingly, they didn't even budge. Instead, it all just pissed them off further.

I began to swing my machete and sliced one in half and one arm off the other. The creature's mouth was filled with saliva like the Komodo dragon. One of them bit the cadet on the leg, but we were able to pull him out and started to run. The animals walked terribly on the ground, which led me to believe they're a tree-dwelling species.

We were far away and stopped to take a few breaths. I couldn't stop wonderin...What in the name of God were they? Monkeys? No, they had no tails. Apes? Perhaps, but they're still so different from the rest. Reptiles? This made the most sense to me, but I had no idea.

"AGHHH!"

"What's wrong, kid?" the navigator said, concerningly. On the leg, we saw that it had become completely swollen and turned purple. It started to grow at an alarming rate.

"Jesus Christ...we have to amputate it," I said.

"Oh God, no, no!" he cried, horrified. But I didn't bother to plea his cries. I grabbed my machete, the captain tried to stop me, but I aggressively pushed him and sliced the man's leg.

"AHHHH, AH, FUCK!" he yelled. The leg had only been halfway sliced, so I hit his leg two more times sharply before it finally came off.

"MOM, MOM, MOMMY!"

He then began to choke, and his face turned purple. His pupils dilated, his neck began to swell, turning purple, and his chest as well before in mere seconds he died.