I hope they find some because the rest of us are getting hungry. It had been weeks since the shipwreck and the group of survivors was dwindling. The tropical island they had washed up on had seemed like a paradise at first, but now it felt like a cruel joke. The lush vegetation provided little sustenance and their strength was fading. One morning, one of the survivors stumbled upon a trail of footprints leading away from the beach. They followed it and found a cave, where they discovered the remains of the missing volunteers, picked clean by some unknown predator. The group realized with horror that they were not alone on the island and that their chances of survival were rapidly shrinking. They huddled together in fear, listening to the sounds of something moving through the jungle outside, wondering how much longer they had left.