Finally, the (Hop) The Head Of Police. Organized a special force and some naval personnel to escort them to the island, clearing the bush on the island. Out of the twenty students who went on the research excursion, fourteen of them had died, leaving only six survivors. The survivors were Tamara, Henry, Deborah (Henry's twin sister), Maxwell (the course prefect), and Lisa and Clara (two twin sisters). After the traumatic incident that led to Tamara dropping the phone, Henry led the group toward a bush path that miraculously brought them out of the dense foliage and to the waterside. As they arrived at the waterside, they spotted some boats sailing towards the island. The girls among them started to scream for help and waved their hands for the rescue team to identify them. Three monsters then emerge from the bush to attack the students. Henry and Maxwell, the two guys among the girls, prepared to defend themselves against the monsters, while the girls hid behind them. The naval personnel in the boats identified the situation and immediately opened fire on the monsters, but the bullets couldn't harm them until they hit their foreheads. The shooting caused a commotion as the students all fell to the ground. Henry, who was close to one of the monsters, stood up and attacked it with a stick, but the monster was not harmed. The beast then hit Henry and pinned him down, but Henry, being a strong guy, defended himself on the ground, using the stick to block the monster's mouth, desperately trying to prevent it from biting him. His heart raced as he struggled against the creature's strength, knowing that his friends "were" now depending on him to hold the line. Meanwhile, the naval personnel continue to shoot, their focus now on the monsters' vulnerable spots, trying to create a path for the students to escape.
The last two monsters struggled against the relentless gunfire from the Naval personnel, each bullet tearing through their bodies until they finally collapsed, lifeless. Meanwhile, Henry was still locked in a fierce battle on the ground with another monster, doing everything he could to stop it from biting him. Just as the creature's jaws got dangerously close, Tamara grabbed a heavy stick and struck the monster, knocking it off Henry. Without hesitation, she continued to smash the creature's head repeatedly until it was dead. Breathing heavily, she rushed to Henry's side, and Deborah, his sister, joined her. Are you okay? Are you hurt? They asked in unison, frantically checking him for injuries. I'm fine, Henry said, trying to catch his breath. I'm fine. They quickly helped him to his feet. At that moment, the Naval personnel shouted for everyone to get onto the boat so they could leave immediately. Without wasting any time, they all rushed to the boat, their hearts still beating from the fight. The group scrambled aboard, guided by the Naval personnel, who urged them to move quickly. The boat's engine roared to life as they sped away from the island, the distant sounds of the battle fading behind them. Once they reached the boat station, the survivors, still shaken, were greeted by worried parents. Tears and relieved embraces followed as they reunited. The students tried to explain what had happened on the island, their voices filled with a mix of fear and disbelief as they recounted the horrors they had faced. For now, they were safe, but the memory of the island's terror would stay with them forever.
After the military received reports of the terrifying events on the island, the chief of defence quickly issued an order. They decided the only way to ensure no surviving monsters would escape was to bomb the island, eradicating everything in the forest. An explosive device was deployed, and soon, the island was engulfed in flames, destroyed completely. However, the government failed in one crucial area: they did not thoroughly examine the surviving students before allowing them to return to society. In the chaos of the evacuation, a small but dangerous oversight occurred. Henry had been scratched on his side during the struggle with the monster. At the time, no one thought much of it, it was just a scratch, after all. But the venom coursing through his bloodstream was slow-acting, giving no immediate signs. A few days later, Henry and his sister, Deborah, were at home. The school had granted them a week off to recover from the emotional and mental trauma of what they had experienced in the island's forest. Everything seemed normal at first, but little did they know, Henry's condition was about to change dramatically. The monster's venom inside him was steadily spreading, biding its time.
Henry and Deborah were twin teenagers whose lives had been turned upside down after losing their parents in a tragic motor accident. Their parents, Mr and Mrs Lewis, had been multi-billionaires, leaving behind a vast fortune and numerous properties. Though they were now orphans, the siblings had each other. Since their parents' passing, they have relied heavily on one another, living in a massive and beautiful mansion on the outskirts of the city. Surrounded by luxury, the house sat in a peaceful, well-preserved area, far from the chaos of the inner city. Despite their wealth, things had changed drastically after their parent's deaths. Their lawyer, Mr. Martins, a kind and trustworthy man, had taken charge of managing the assets left behind. He ensured that Henry and Deborah had access to half of their inheritance, providing for their needs and overseeing the financial matters. Under his guidance, they lived comfortably, but the dynamic in the mansion shifted. Many of the servants who had once worked in their home left, uncomfortable now that Mr. Martins was responsible for paying their wages. Life in the mansion became quieter, almost eerie, as fewer servants remained to fill the once-bustling home. Deborah took on more responsibilities, overseeing the household and ensuring everything was in order. She became the glue that held their lives together, while Henry seemed more withdrawn, spending his days in isolation after their return from the island. As the days passed, Deborah noticed a change in Henry. He became more restless, sweating through his clothes and wincing in pain when he thought she wasn't looking. Growing increasingly worried, she repeatedly urged him to see a doctor, fearing that something was seriously wrong. But each time, Henry brushed her off, insisting it was nothing more than exhaustion from the traumatic experience.