Find the Other Founders X

[Sionnach Glic]

The 12 survivors of the crash gathered around the meager fire they'd managed to start. Rochey, the plane's co-pilot and the only crew member to survive, strode over looking grim and worried, a piece of paper in his hand.

"Your attention, please." He called out. The survivors looked up. They were all tired and hungry. In the two days they'd been on the island already they'd gotten little sleep, the unfamiliar sounds of the jungle ensuring what sleep they did get was restless at best. Rochey cleared his throat and continued.

"I've made an....interesting discovery." He said, holding up the sheet of paper. "This is the passenger manifest for the plane. Of the twelve of us, there are eight of us whose names are on it." The passengers paused for a moment, not quite understanding. Then it kicked in.

"Wait..." Joe said, frowning. "Eight of us twelve aren't from the plane? Then where are the other four from?"

"I was going to ask you the same question." Rochey said coldly. "Seeing as how your name isn't on the list." He looked around at the other survivors. "The other three whose names aren't on the list are-"

Suddenly, Joe hurled himself at Rochey with a yell, a knife suddenly in his hand. Before anyone could react, he'd plunged the knife repeatedly into Rochey's chest and thrown the passenger manifest into the fire. As Rochey fell to the ground dead, Joe turned and fled towards the jungle.

The passengers looked around at each other in shock, still trying to register just what had happened. Just a few seconds later there was a loud scream from the direction of the jungle where Joe had fled.

The passengers grabbed whatever pieces of aircraft wreckage they figured could be used as weapons and hurried in the direction of the screaming. Bursting through the foliage, they arrived on the scene just in time to see Joe's corpse being dragged away by a large animal. They stood there for a short while, still in shock at the sudden turn of events.

"Was...uh...am I imagining things or was Joe just killed by a polar bear?" One of them asked. The rest just shrugged and started wandering back to the beach.

They didn't sleep that night, still thinking about what had happened and fearing for their own safety. As dawn broke over the wreckage of the small plane, all of the survivors knew only one thing. There were still three people among them who might kill them. But who?

[Mark]

Somehow, I don't think we're going to find Gilligan or the Skipper around here.

[Mikey]

Who are these people, and why do they want to kill us?

[Mark]

And how the hell did they get here?

[Nickswitz]

Um... Maybe they lived here before we got here. Maybe they are still in the dark ages and don't like technology so they want to destroy us?

Yeah, I'm guesssing they lived here already, don't know why they would want us dead though.

[Lazar]

Plus we have the wildlife to worry about.

[Angharrad]

Yeah, what was that thing?

[Mark]

Um... Maybe they lived here before we got here. Maybe they are still in the dark ages and don't like technology so they want to destroy us?

Yeah, I'm guesssing they lived here already, don't know why they would want us dead though.

That doesn't make too much sense about the technology to me.........but I don't have a better idea

[Nickswitz]

I don't reall yhave any clue why they would want us dead, but they do. So, what can we do about it. Does anyone have any idea what to do.

[Mikey]

Is there a way to figure out which ones among us are "them?"

[Mark]

For the moment, find somewhere safe to spend the night..................so that THING doesn't think that we are midnight snacks.

[Angharrad]

**shrugs shoulder** No

[stitch626]

Great. On my way to Sydney for a funeral, and now I'm stuck on a not-so-deserted island. Could life get any worse... don't answer that.

[Angharrad]

I was going to a wedding.

[Nickswitz]

I was going home from vacation. So now I just get to stay on vacation, with giant creatures and people who want to kill me... Yeah, This is quite a depressing vacation.