Meanwhile, as Talon and all the stranded individuals anxiously awaited the arrival of help, the situation among them began to deteriorate noticeably.
Their expressions grew increasingly hardened and sensitive, a clear reflection of the two long weeks cut off from civilization that had drained almost every ounce of hope from their hearts.
Instead of simply feeling tense and worried, Talon's mind raced with thoughts of the worst possible scenarios, especially the terrifying prospect that help might never come.
Panic and fear began to spread like wildfire among the group, manifesting in their conversations and interactions.
"We've been stuck on this island for nearly two weeks now, and there's still no sign of help arriving anytime soon," one person voiced with a trembling note of desperation in their tone.
The second individual echoed the sentiment with defeated frustration, "Do they think we're already dead? Is that why no one is searching for us?"
