Isolated Island (1)
10 years ago.
The boat swayed in the ocean. The sea-smelling breeze entered through the gaps of the crate they were transported in, mixing with the scent of sweat, tears, and the almost tangible fear that was on every young girl's and boy's faces inside the crate.
"I want to go home."
These words resonated with everyone.
They'd been locked inside there for three days already.
In the beginning, they assumed they were being filmed and, thus, didn't show genuine panic. However, when hours passed and still no other sound was heard from outside, nor did anyone come to take them out of there, they soon felt dread being injected through their system.
Were they still filming at this point?
Were they being pranked?
How long are they going to stay in there?
But these questions soon became useless.
They were tired. Hungry. And emotionally stressed.