The group huddled closer together, exchanging worried glances and unsure of what to do next. The thought of a snake bite sent waves of fear rippling through them. Isolated on the island, there were no doctors—no help available. Just when the fear began to spiral, Michael stirred. It started as a subtle twitch of his fingers, but then his eyes snapped open, wide and unblinking. His chest rose and fell with deep, erratic breaths.
The students exhaled in relief, but something still felt off. Michael didn't sit up; his eyes were wide and unblinking, fixed on the dark bush in front of him. His breathing was slow but unnerving, each breath deep and unnatural. Come on, bro! You scared us all, Tony, one of the male students, said, stepping forward to help him up. But Michael remained still, his gaze locked on something invisible in the shadows as if he was in a trance. At that moment, Tamara's vision flashed back, hitting her hard. She saw it again. Michael attacked Sarah, biting her until she was gone. Sarah! Get away from him! Tamara screamed, panic rising. Before anyone could react, Michael lunged at Sarah at terrifying speed. His hands gripped her tightly as he sank his teeth into her neck. Sarah's scream pierced the night, but it was abruptly silenced as Michael overpowered her, blood pouring from the wound. The other students stood frozen in shock, their minds struggling to comprehend the horrific scene unfolding before them. Tamara's heart raced. Run! She shouted, her voice breaking through the stunned silence. Everyone, run! Panic erupted as the students scattered into the surrounding darkness, fleeing for their lives.
All through the night, the students were busy running and fighting against the monster. Whoever was killed or attacked by Michael would also turn into a monster, hungry for blood. As dawn broke, Tamara and the rest of the students continued their desperate struggle for survival, trying everything they could to contact the boat transit station. Any student with a cell phone attempts to call their loved ones for help. It had been a day and a few hours since they were lost on the island. Meanwhile, the parents of the students gathered at the school to report their children's absence. The principal contacted the teachers to gather any valid information about the missing students. Finally, Mr John, the chemistry teacher, disclosed that the students had gone on a scientific excursion to the island for a discovery. They were supposed to return the same day, but to his surprise, they hadn't. When he learned that their parents hadn't seen them, his confusion deepened.
The parents of the missing students exchanged worried glances, their anxiety mounting as panic set in. Tension filled the air, and they began pointing accusing fingers at Mr John, the chemistry teacher. Why didn't you accompany them on the excursion? One parent demanded, his voice rising in anger. You exposed our children to danger while you were here, safe and alive! His accusation ignited a serious commotion in the principal's office, the atmosphere thick with frustration and fear. The principal and the other teachers scrambled to restore order amid the chaos." Please, my fellow parents," the principal urged, raising his hands to calm the room. This is not the time to lay blame. We must focus on finding a solution to this problem. As the parents quieted, Mr. John interjected, his voice steady but urgent. I think we need to visit the boat station. We are heading to Somalia Island. Perhaps we can gather information about their whereabouts. Yes, that's a good idea, the principal agreed, nodding with determination. Without wasting any time, the principal, Mr. John and a group of anxious parents climbed aboard the school bus, their hearts heavy with dread as they set off toward the boat station. As they travelled, the tension in the air was palpable, and just when it seemed like despair would settle in, one of the parents' cell phones rang, cutting through the silence like a beacon of hope. It was Tamara on the line. Tamara! Oh my God, are you okay? Where are you? Shouted Mrs. Becky, her voice trembling with fear and relief. The other parents turned to listen, their faces etched with concern. Mrs. Becky could hear her daughter's heavy breaths at the other end of the line, the sound echoing her desperation.
"Tamara! Please, answer me! Mrs. Becky pleaded, her heart racing as she clutched the phone tightly. Are you safe? What's happening? Tamara's voice came through, strained and filled with urgency. Mom, we're in serious trouble! Michael. He's not himself! He attacked and killed Sarah! We're trying to survive, but we need help! A collective gasp escaped the parents as they exchanged horrified glances, the reality of the situation crashing down on them like a tidal wave. What do you mean he attacked Sarah? Mr John interjected, his voice laced with disbelief. Is he hurt? Is anyone injured? He's not hurt. He's a monster! Tamara's words tumbled out in a frantic rush. We're stuck on the island, and people are turning into things! You have to hurry! As the gravity of Tamara's words settled in, the bus fell into a tense silence. The parents' expressions shifted from panic to determination. They were racing against time to save their children from a horror beyond their comprehension.
At that moment, however, Tamara couldn't finish what she was saying. Out of shock and fear, she dropped the phone. Another survivor who made it through the night was attacked by a monster and got bitten on the neck. The horrific situation made Tamara scream and drop the phone. Her boyfriend, Henry, then dragged her away, running for safety. While on the school bus, the parents could hear the sounds of the monster and the cries of the victims through the phone. "Oh my God, that is someone's child being attacked," one of the parents exclaimed. Mrs. Becky was very paranoid at that moment because she thought her daughter, Tamara, had been killed. She started to shout and cry, but her husband consoled her immediately. One of the parents suggested that they inform the security agency. I think that is a good idea. Let's inform the police or instead of going there with nothing, Mrs. Becky exclaimed. I need to go and see my daughter. Let's go there, she said, very disturbed. Get hold of yourself, woman. Do you want to kill yourself? Mrs Becky's husband clamored angrily.
Mrs. Becky's husband, trying to stay composed despite the panic rising in his chest, gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Becky, listen to me. We will get her back, but we need to think right now. Running into danger without a plan won't help her. One of the other parents, a father whose son was also missing, spoke up. He's right. We need to inform the police immediately. They have resources, and they can help. The principal, gripping the steering wheel tightly, nodded in agreement. We can stop at the nearest police station and report this. It's the best chance we have of getting them back safely. Mrs. Becky reluctantly agreed, though her heart was breaking with every second that passed. All she could think about was her daughter, somewhere out there, alone, fighting to survive against an unimaginable horror. As the bus sped down the road, the tension inside was palpable. Every parent was silent, holding onto their fear, praying that they wouldn't be too late.
When they arrived at the police station, the parents rushed out of the bus, desperate to get help as soon as possible. Mrs. Becky led the charge, practically dragging her husband by the hand as they stormed into the station. The officer at the front desk looked up, startled by the group's frantic entrance. Please, help us! Mrs. Becky cried out, her voice cracking. Our children are trapped on Somalia Island, and they're in danger! The officer's face grew serious as he quickly motioned for them to calm down. Alright, please explain the situation. Mr John, the chemistry teacher, stepped forward, trying to stay calm despite his racing thoughts. We sent a group of students to the island for a scientific excursion. They were supposed to return yesterday, but we haven't heard from them since. One of the students managed to call, and something terrible was happening there. Terrible? The officer repeated, raising an eyebrow. Mrs. Becky interrupted. There's something on that island. A. monster. It's killing them! Please, you have to do something! The officer, realizing the severity of the situation, immediately picked up the phone and began making calls. Within minutes, a team of officers was being assembled, and the parents were told to wait while the police gathered more information. As the minutes ticked by, the air in the waiting room felt suffocating. Every second felt like an eternity, and the parents' anxiety grew with each passing moment.