Island Paradise Part Two

The trio lit some of the electric lanterns they had been provided for their mission. "Not as bright as I thought they would be." Drew sighed, disappointed with the illumination provided by the lanterns. He looked across the deserted base. The walls were tall, blocking out everything except the treetops. The area inside was mostly open, with ruins of old structures lining the wall. All that remained was a small building in the center of the base. "Let's grab some of that wood." Drew said as he walked over to the ruins.

The wood was rotten and broke apart as soon as he touched it. "Just how old is this place," he said as the wood crumbled in his hand. He looked inside the ruin and could barely make out the outline of old metal boxes in the back. He carefully stepped through the rotting wood to make his way back to them.

"What are you doing Drew?" Sam asked as she watched him meander through the ruins. "We need to come up with a plan, and find out what we are up against, not play with old ruins that time forgot."

"I see something." Drew shouted back. "I think it might be a clue of some sort. It might help us determine what this old base is, and what might have made those marks on the steel door." He inched closer and closer to the metal boxes, careful of his movements. He did not want an injury since there was no hope of medical aid. After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached his target. A thick layer of grime and dirt had covered the boxes. No doubt a result of the base falling to ruin over the years and monsoons raining down hard upon them.

Drew took a tissue from his pocket that he kept in case of allergies and vigorously wiped the grim. He hoped that it would reveal the origin of the box, and possibly the base. Slowly the dirt began to fall off as he used all the elbow grease he could muster. He worked on it until darkness engulfed the land around him. He lifted his lantern to illuminate the object he had toiled so hard on, hoping that his work would reveal the mystery.

He was shocked by the image he saw on the box, it was unmistakable. A symbol of hate, and war, one that everyone on earth knew by just a glance. He took a deep breath and called out to his companions. "Nazis!" He shouted. "This is a damn Nazi base!"

"Nazis?!" Terry shouted back. He had been collecting wood that was less rotten so that he could build a fire, he knew a fire would be important, for their warmth, their light, and their ability to ward away harmful insects. "What do you mean Nazis?!"

"I mean the Germans from world war two!" Drew said, "their symbol is all over this steel box. Give me a few and I should have it open."

"So, the legends about Hitler running secret paranormal experiments must be true." Sam sighed. "They must have created a monster and it escaped and killed them all. That must be what is on the island."

"Got it!" Drew yelled as he found a way to open the box. The inside was filled with ammunition. "Seems like it's just an old ammo crate. I am going to head back now." Drew said as he started his way back through the ruined wood.

"I heard Hitler was in league with the aliens." Terry said. "This might just be one of their alien bases, and the beast is probably some alien experiment that went wrong."

"Yes, it could be aliens." Sam agreed. "What has Drew gotten us into now." Sam sighed.

"Alien Nazi Monsters." Terry replied. "Terry does not like our odds of survival on this one."

Drew finally made his way back to his companions. He had heard them as he made his way back. "Look I just found a Nazi ammo crate, let's not jump to any wild conclusions." Drew said. "What the ammo crate tells us is this base was most likely one of the bases in the Pacific Ocean. Could have been one set up by Germany, Japan, or America. They would use these bases to scout the sky for any planes flying overhead or any ships that pass by. They would relay the information to their command via encoded radio and were invaluable to both sides."

"Why would an American base have Nazi ammo?" Terry asked while raising his brow.

"It could have been stolen from a raid." Drew said. "The point is, we do not have enough information to jump to any conclusions. We need to explore the base further, and I would recommend we start with that building over there." Drew pointed to the only building still standing inside the walls of the base. "It looks small, so it should be a quick search. Hopefully, we can find something useful inside." He said as he started walking towards the building.

"Hey Drew, how did you know all that history stuff?" Sam asked. "No offense, but I kind of felt like you were an idiot."

"Ouch Sam," Drew said, "but I guess I deserve that after everything I have caused in the past few days. I love history, especially war history. I have watched a lot of documentaries on world war two, several of them were specifically about the Pacific Theater."

"That makes sense then." Sam said, as she followed Drew to the building.

Terry sighed as he reluctantly followed them.

Drew reached the small building; it was crafted from iron and steel. The places where the paint had corroded were covered in rust. A chain was wrapped around its handle, but it was extremely rusted, which made it weak and brittle. The remains of an old rifle laid on the ground next to the building. Drew noticed it and picked it up. He used the butt of the old rifle to beat on the chain and caused it to break. As he pulled the door open, he shined his lantern inside. The trio were surprised by what they found. They expected to find a tiny room, instead they found a mysterious staircase that led deep underground.