The Isolated Island (55)

The frantic trek across the island was filled with nothing but silence.

Tang Shun calculated the direction carefully, the normally alienated and restrained eyes flickered with a tense light.

The rain that pelted their skin hurt more and more with the passage of time filling the air with a harsh emarassing static. The water rose higher and higher until each step was met with resistance as if lifeless hands were pulling at their feet, dragging them back.

Chao Bin pursed his lips until they were white and his instincts screamed at him to run, it was as if they were running into the open jaw of a bloodthirsty beast.

In reality, he often complained about the stupid protagonists in horror movies, knowing that there was danger and still diving head first into it. But now that it was his turn, he finally belatedly understood their feelings.