A New Terrain

They were on the helicopter for a few hours, tending to the terrified prisoner. He was always shaking and muttering, struggling to get words out when wanted or needed.

A few hours would hopefully do him good—to calm him down and to allow him to think.

After all, it was a lot to grasp after the whole thing, which seemed so long since then.

The group was absolutely terrified, although Asiris was quite the opposite.

He had a very bad gash on his arm when the SUV crashed, which he tried to ignore—but the pain would always bolt every time he tried to lay eyes off of it.

It was like the wound wanted attention, which would only annoy him more.

"We're almost out of gas," Caville said, looking at the fuel. "We need to land somewhere."

"Search up the nearest place to land," Asiris told Vienne, as she took out her phone.

The GPS located a warehouse on a secret island, which she was surprised it was even identified with.

"Um, there's a warehouse."

"Okay, we'll stop there."

The group heard the announcement, and prepared for a soon landing.

While they were waiting, Peter looked out the window—staring at the solemn clouds that floated through the wind.

It seemed so peaceful yet, so dark and moody. And he could feel that same tone in the group. The danger has now been established, especially to Asiris.

Soon enough, a view of the island was portrayed and the cheers were sputtering loud and about.

Caville, now glad she knows how to fly a helicopter, made her way down to the island. It was confusingly not seeable, so she tried making her way to the middle.

The helicopter was now hundreds of feet closer to the ground and it was falling much faster than supposed to.

Eventually the grass was starting to sway, and the helicopter softly landed on the soil.

The shake was even calm, for even the prisoner himself wasn't scared.

"Okay, let's go," Asiris ordered, as everyone started unzipping their belts.

Asiris reached for the prisoner, and put down the steps for everyone to walk out of.

Everyone was escorted out of the helicopter, and Caville finally turned off the blades.

"Now where are we?" Xavier complained, looking around confused. "We should've been at the warehouse—not a jungle!"

No one scolded him for complaining, but were actually staring at the endless trees and bushes.

"Are we lost?" Peter asked, touching one of the smooth barks of the tree.

"No, we are not," Vienne said strictly, forcefully removing his hand. "We weren't going to immediately get there, you never know who is there."

In the midst of the bickering, Micah returned to the helicopter, gaining some elevation to view ahead. The plan worked, and he could see something with a texture of a cabin.

"Guys, I found something!" he shouted, with a smile of relief.

The group rushed over to Micah, fidgeting with each other to the helicopter.

"There, we have our sights," Caville said, also breathing a smile of relief. "Now, let's split up—we'll communicate through the radios."

"Again?!" Vienne complained. "Why not go as a group?"

Annoyed, Asiris quickly proceeded towards Vienne, talking towards a low breath.

"Now, this is a weird island, we don't know the dangers okay?"

She nodded.

"Just trust me," he said, nodding as she nodded in return, establishing an agreement between them. It was the same split-up before, because the two leaders believed the group before was successful, although it ended up in a very risky chase. Peter and his group took the right side towards the warehouse, which he met up with a lot of trees.

"You know so far, this adventure is very exciting and disgusting at the same time."

"Like no one knew that," Vienne sarcastically stated. "Let me check in with the others."

Xavier scoffed. "We just just left, no need to do that."

Vienne in response rolled her eyes, still remembering that agreement, although they just left.

Suddenly, Peter shrieked in excitement, immediately making the two run towards him. They stared upon a little Jeep, with no roof and four seats.

"Nice, now we're talking!" Xavier praised. "So, who's driving?"

In a response, Peter and Vienne found that to be a very dumb question, because he was the oldest out of the split-up group.

They slowly turned his head, showing a vexed expression, which Xavier responded with, "What?"

"You're driving, genius!"

Xavier stammered as if he was scared, mainly because he was—but he tried not to show it.

Peter could tell he was, but Xaiver said, "I knew that—I knew it."

He got up from his knee, and walked over to the Jeep. But he took a very long time walking there, opening the door, turning on the car which was very loud, and driving over to them.

"See not so hard," Vienne teased, as Xavier belittled it off.

They boarded the car, then strapped in their belts before Xavier started driving.

Straightway, she took out the radio, turning to the right radio which she couldn't seem to find.

"Wow, I thought our number was 45," she wondered perplexedly.

"It is," Peter said, "you need to activate the public switch."

He did so, and the static rang through their ears, making their hearing almost fictitious.

"Might wanna turn the volume down," Xavier laughed.

The pathway was starting to lead into weird places, almost leading them away from the warehouse.

"Calling in—calling in, this is Vienne. We are currently in a Jeep and are going to the warehouse repeat—"

Peter shut off the radio immediately after she sent the proclamation.

"We don't need anybody knowing where we are," Peter said. "Best if we keep it short."

Then he faced Xavier saying, "Hey, are you sure you're heading towards the pathway?"

"I'm not sure anymore," Xavier muttered. "Seems like this pathway leads us to the beach."

Quickly, Vienne ordered, "Keep going on the pathway, we'll get to the warehouse."

"Ok."

He continued, but the sight of the cabin was almost invisible.

"Are you sure?" Peter asked Vienne.

"Yes, I am sure!" she yelled, showing a big bolt of frustration.

But that was quickly forgotten, because they stared at machine guns that were faced towards them, being held by men in what seemed to be military outfits

"Uhhh," Peter squealed.