I slapped it away, but more were coming. They were small and resembled humingbirds. They were featherless, all skin, and had wings more similar to bats than birds. They used their beaks to suck up blood.

A swarm started attacking us, and it started to get hard to fend them off. I fired my gun, and it seemed to scare them as they rushed off. But now I was worried if the noise attracted something bigger. Angeles and I climbed the tree where we would spend the night. Thankfully, nothing came for us.

As soon as the sun rose, we started to walk again. Angeles walked casually, seemingly not worrying about anything as if none of the things we've experienced so far had an effect. With quick reflexes, he raised his hand up, signaling that we should be cautious. We crouched down and walked through the sandy ground, where we saw bones...human bones. 

Ribs, arms, skulls, and several dog tags. These must have been the men killed on the previous expedition. The little scavengers with a black body and red head appeared again; they must be abundant on this island. The scavengers were biting the bones, breaking them, and swallowing.

Angeles sped up in front of him, and it seemed like he was looking at something, but my attention was soon drawn up ahead when I saw another baffling creature. It was the size of a moose, had the body of a slug, and several meter-long tentacles it used to walk. It had a white belly and its back was red with long black hooked-shaped spines about 65cm long. The whole body looked squishy. I couldn't see any eyes on its head, which looked like a basketball. Its mouth resembled that of a catfish and it was grazing on the grass. I do not believe that this creature killed these men, as it is slow-moving and appears to just mind its own business.

I walked closer to Angeles, who held a dog tag in his hands. It read Travis, but I didn't see the last name as Angeles buried the dog tag underground. I motioned for him to move ahead quietly. We passed through, with the absurd creature never realizing we were there. We continued our walk.

Water was running low, and I felt hunger. Angeles looked normal as always, and this entire time I have yet to see him eat or drink. His purple waistcoat had also been almost completely clean. I decided to engage in small talk.

"So Angeles, do you have anyone close to you?"

"If you mean by humans, then no, I have no time for lower beings," he replied arrogantly.

"Quit the arrogance, Angeles. Considering you are one, we may hate humanity all we like, but we are still humans. When you said that all humans should be exterminated, hypothetically, if you could do it, would you kill yourself then?"

He turned around facing me. "Blackwood, humans are incredible beings. When I said exterminated humans, I meant useless ones – the ones that do nothing with their lives, the ones that destroy our planet, the ones that manipulate for their own gain and nothing else – like the men that came with us."

"Don't disrespect them, Angeles."

"Oh please, Blackwood, you clearly saw them as expendable. They were a harm to us; they failed to adapt to the island and broke down, not to mention they all held dark secrets,"

"What secrets?" I raised my eyebrow.

Angeles gave a sinister grin and continued, "People who cheated on their wives, serial killers, manipulated others for gain - you see, the navigator cheated on his wife 17 times, the boy uses other people to do his bidding, then acts innocent. They all were dirty, however, they did it all not for a cause to better the environment around them but simply for selfish reasons, such as another crew member who adores hunting endangered animals just so he can say that he was the one who killed the last of their kind."

I was shocked when hearing this. "You idiot! You've killed us all. You chose people unqualified for the job to prove a point? Well hooray jackass, now we're about to die!"

He shook his head. "Nonsense, Blackwood. We're survivors. We're what humanity should be, and I know you agree with me on everything I've said. You just deflect it because you're hurt; everyone you cared about, everyone you loved, has betrayed you, but you still believe it's just you and not them. My dear Warden Blackwood, it is very much them and not you. You're in the right, and they're pests that must be eradicated."

"That's not true."

"I know you wanted to see me die; that was on your mind, was it not? You thought I was weak, but, my dear Blackwood, I'm far from it. I am neither hungry nor tired, while you...you look like you're about to die," he grinned widely.

I hated hearing this. Everything he said, I agreed with, but I never dared to show it. I couldn't contain my anger anymore. I lunged at him, tackling him to the ground.

"What the hell, Blackwood?" .

I shoved dirt in his mouth and punched him several times. I made sure to make his waistcoat as dirty as possible before kicking him in the ribs and sending him down a small hill.

"Angeles, you were right. I wanted to see you die, but I got fascinated by you. Still, my desire to see you die outweighs any sympathy I have for you. You're just an arrogant, useless man spitting out philosophies and wild speculations. You have no answer to any of this, yet you act high and mighty. When you have something that can really change the world, give me a call. We, my dear Angeles, are all cogs in a machine. We can be smart and have our ways, but we'll still keep doing the same shit, never achieving our goals," I started throwing rocks at him and laughing hysterically.

Angeles was about to say something, but from the ground, tentacles appeared and dragged him away with horrifying screams filling the air. The tentacles acted like a trapdoor spider. My hysterical laughter stopped abruptly, and I immediately began to run like hell.