Find the Other Founders X
Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 11:42 am
The 12 survivors of the crash gathered around the meager fire they'd managed to start. Rochey, the plane's co-pilot and the only crew member to survive, strode over looking grim and worried, a piece of paper in his hand.
"Your attention, please." He called out. The survivors looked up. They were all tired and hungry. In the two days they'd been on the island already they'd gotten little sleep, the unfamiliar sounds of the jungle ensuring what sleep they did get was restless at best. Rochey cleared his throat and continued.
"I've made an....interesting discovery." He said, holding up the sheet of paper. "This is the passenger manifest for the plane. Of the twelve of us, there are eight of us whose names are on it." The passengers paused for a moment, not quite understanding. Then it kicked in.
"Wait..." Joe said, frowning. "Eight of us twelve aren't from the plane? Then where are the other four from?"
"I was going to ask you the same question." Rochey said coldly. "Seeing as how your name isn't on the list." He looked around at the other survivors. "The other three whose names aren't on the list are-"
Suddenly, Joe hurled himself at Rochey with a yell, a knife suddenly in his hand. Before anyone could react, he'd plunged the knife repeatedly into Rochey's chest and thrown the passenger manifest into the fire. As Rochey fell to the ground dead, Joe turned and fled towards the jungle.
The passengers looked around at each other in shock, still trying to register just what had happened. Just a few seconds later there was a loud scream from the direction of the jungle where Joe had fled.
The passengers grabbed whatever pieces of aircraft wreckage they figured could be used as weapons and hurried in the direction of the screaming. Bursting through the foliage, they arrived on the scene just in time to see Joe's corpse being dragged away by a large animal. They stood there for a short while, still in shock at the sudden turn of events.
"Was...uh...am I imagining things or was Joe just killed by a polar bear?" One of them asked. The rest just shrugged and started wandering back to the beach.
They didn't sleep that night, still thinking about what had happened and fearing for their own safety. As dawn broke over the wreckage of the small plane, all of the survivors knew only one thing. There were still three people among them who might kill them. But who?
"Your attention, please." He called out. The survivors looked up. They were all tired and hungry. In the two days they'd been on the island already they'd gotten little sleep, the unfamiliar sounds of the jungle ensuring what sleep they did get was restless at best. Rochey cleared his throat and continued.
"I've made an....interesting discovery." He said, holding up the sheet of paper. "This is the passenger manifest for the plane. Of the twelve of us, there are eight of us whose names are on it." The passengers paused for a moment, not quite understanding. Then it kicked in.
"Wait..." Joe said, frowning. "Eight of us twelve aren't from the plane? Then where are the other four from?"
"I was going to ask you the same question." Rochey said coldly. "Seeing as how your name isn't on the list." He looked around at the other survivors. "The other three whose names aren't on the list are-"
Suddenly, Joe hurled himself at Rochey with a yell, a knife suddenly in his hand. Before anyone could react, he'd plunged the knife repeatedly into Rochey's chest and thrown the passenger manifest into the fire. As Rochey fell to the ground dead, Joe turned and fled towards the jungle.
The passengers looked around at each other in shock, still trying to register just what had happened. Just a few seconds later there was a loud scream from the direction of the jungle where Joe had fled.
The passengers grabbed whatever pieces of aircraft wreckage they figured could be used as weapons and hurried in the direction of the screaming. Bursting through the foliage, they arrived on the scene just in time to see Joe's corpse being dragged away by a large animal. They stood there for a short while, still in shock at the sudden turn of events.
"Was...uh...am I imagining things or was Joe just killed by a polar bear?" One of them asked. The rest just shrugged and started wandering back to the beach.
They didn't sleep that night, still thinking about what had happened and fearing for their own safety. As dawn broke over the wreckage of the small plane, all of the survivors knew only one thing. There were still three people among them who might kill them. But who?