As we hiked the island, I felt a chill run down my spine. It was quiet, almost too soft, and an eerie feeling hung in the air. Milo, Dan, and I exchanged glances, all sensing the same feeling.
"Let's be careful," Dan said, leading the way with a machete. "We don't know what's out here."
We walked for hours, the dense jungle surrounding us. There were no signs of life, no animals or birds, and the only sound was the rustling of leaves as we pushed our way forward.
When we were about to give up hope, we stumbled upon a small village. It was unlike any town I had ever seen, with huts made of wood and straw and no sign of modern technology.
As we approached the village, we saw that the villagers were staring at us with a mixture of fear and suspicion. They were all dressed in traditional clothing, and their faces were painted with intricate designs.
