Island Paradise Part One

The trio did as instructed and slept until the end of the flight. The vibrations of the landing woke them from their slumber. "Here we are I guess." Sam sighed as she woke up. "It's times like these I am happy I backed up the tablet on my phone."

"You did?!" Drew said happily. "That's fantastic, it will be a great help to us having that."

"Drew I swear if we make it out of here, you and I are going to have a serious talk." Sam said. "You are far too optimistic and happy in these situations, it's disturbing."

"I just try to keep my mind on the best possible outcome." Drew smiled. "There is nothing wrong with a little sense of adventure."

"Your sense of adventure places us constantly in the jaws of death." Sam sighed again. "Like I said, we will be having a talk."

"If we survive." Terry added. "That's a pretty big if at the moment."

The plane slid to a halt on the landing strip. After that Bartley entered the cabin once more. "We are here, I do wish you all the very best of luck." He said. "You most certainly are going to need it."

They exited the aircraft and unloaded the cargo bay. It was full of supplies and equipment for them. Everything was state of the art and cutting edge. "Wow, this is some nice stuff!" Drew said. "This is even better than what the studio gives us!"

"Oh right, we will stop whatever killed those men with an evp detector, or a black light." Sam slapped her forehead in annoyance.

Terry opened another create behind her. "Oh, we got guns!" He shouted. "Looks like military grade assault rifles."

"Yes, the master believes in the shotgun approach." Bartley said. "Throw everything at it and hope something hits. So, you have your ghost equipment and guns, just in case it is some sort of animal or beast."

"Fucking dinosaurs!" Terry shouted. "I told you it would be a damn dinosaur island! Terry seen this shit in the movies!"

"I'm sure it isn't dinosaurs Terry." Drew said, trying to calm his friend.

"It could be." Sam said. "Honestly, we have no idea what it could be."

"Indeed." Bartley replied. "Look, should you survive I shall see you again in one week's time. I will ensure that the master presents you with a substantial reward for a job well done. Solve our problem and you will all be rich beyond your wildest dreams."

"Dude, we are in Television, we have some pretty wild dreams." Drew teased.

A loud shrill could be heard in the distance on the island. Bartley looked concerned and returned quickly to the jet. "I must be going now, best of luck!" He said as he shut the door and the jet began to take off.

"Well he left in a hurry." Drew said.

"Well that was a scary noise." Sam explained. "Sounded more animal than ghost though."

"Sounded like a damn dinosaur." Terry said.

"Terry how would you know what a dinosaur sounded like?" Drew asked.

"The movies!" Terry answered. "Terry has watched all the dinosaur movies."

"How did the movies know what dinosaurs sound like?" Drew asked. "Were the directors around millions of years ago? Or is it more likely that they paid a special effects artist to make a scary noise?"

"Then what do you think it was, smart guy?" Terry asked.

"You know, I have no idea." Drew replied. "I have never heard a sound like that before."

Terry picked up an assault rifle and looped the strap over his shoulder. He then grabbed another one and carried it in his hands.

"You are taking two guns?" Drew asked.

"Faster than reloading." Terry said as he filled his pockets with ammo clips.

"Hey what's that over there?" Drew said as he scanned the horizon.

Sam pulled out a pair of binoculars that she got from one of the supply crates and checked it out. "Looks like some sort of fortified encampment." She said. "The military guys might have made it while they were still alive."

"Let's head there for the night." Drew said. "If it is fortified it may help provide us with some defense. We should really only investigate the island during the day if we are up against an animal of some sort."

"And if it's a ghost?" Sam said. "I mean I don't think it is, but it could be."

"I guess we could switch it up mid-week if we are not finding any evidence of an animal." Drew said. "Exploring during the day will give us a good idea about the island's layout that will help us if we need to do a night investigation."

"I agree." Sam said. "Let's carry everything we can, especially the food to the base over there."

The three of them picked up as much as they could carry and made their way to the base. They felt like they walked forever since they were carrying so much weight. At the entrance to the base they found a metal door that was open. It was the only entrance in the walls that surrounded the base. The base was well built and sturdy, made of iron and cement, they could tell it was not something that was just thrown together. It looked old, incredibly old.

They placed their goods inside and went back to shut the door. Upon examination the door was covered in dents and claw marks, but not from something trying to get in. The marks were all on the interior of the door. Whatever caused them was attempting to get out not in.

Drew rubbed the markings with his fingers. "Looks like we found our first clue." He said. "Let's hope whatever it was that escaped from this place is still out in the jungle and not inside with us." He pulled the door shut and secured it with a latch. The sun was setting, and darkness was falling quickly over the camp. "Let's light some lanterns before it's too dark to see."