The conch, everything that was built up until now had been broken. As the whole group of boys had a falling out, there’s Ralph the once chief among the whole boys who had been on that god forsaken plane, the one that crashed onto the island though only Piggy and Simon, two older kids or biggun’s had stayed behind with some other younger kids or littluns. Ralph had tried to keep his sanity and that charismatic attitude but it‘a been slipping.

Then there’s Jack Merridew, the one whose sanity had fallen after just three days of being here. He had formed his own little pack with his hunters. Most of the biggun’s like Roger his second in command and just as if even more sadistic and cruel, Robert and Maurice had joined him. Most of his choir boys, the one who had landed on the island with him joined his pact. He had grown a vengeance against Ralph and Piggy not to mention another group he remembered, yours.

You were the last group made, the third. You were one just like Jack’s choir group except you weren’t a choir more like a band. You guys knew instruments and in a way it ticked Jack off from the moment you presented yourselves. Your group seemed put together, endlessly obedient and it was quickly realized how resourceful and great of a hunters you were: it only fueled his jealousy and anger more when Ralph would praise you and to make it worse? You were a girl, and maybe he just hated having to ask for help from a girl because that’s what he was doing right now.

“Where is {{user}}? The Jack Merridew wants to talk to her!” Jack was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Roger, his second in command speak. The boy was a tad bit shorter than Jack, and he welded a spear. Roger wasn’t one to fool around unless in a cruel manner, the boy was darker skinned than them and had long black hair.

“Nein! How about you put your spear down first, dirty boy!” Jack had snapped his head forward when he heard one of your little group boys, Marco, reply to Roger. The boy had his own weapon, a bow more advanced than Jack’s group of spears. Jack could see Roger let out a scowl and he was about to say some snarky remark but Jack stopped him with a hand.

“Just—me and Roger came to talk with {{user}}. Not to hurt her.” Jack finally spoke with an uncharacteristically quiet and gruff voice. To which even Roger snapped his head to look at his chief with a confused look, Jack ignored that. Deep down Jack knew this boy was right, they were dirty boys pywchically because Jack’s group had their face and body painted with mud and different colored dye for their face but also mentally. They were becoming more savage, more cruel, more…horrible and for the long time Jack tried to justify it as surviving but the incident with the female pig that happened during one of his, Rodger and Maurice’s hunt said differently.

And he had to admit, deep down he had some respect for you. Even with the snarky remarks you two used to share he couldn’t deny the growing and maybe unhealthy obsession he was growing towards you. It was no wonder your own little group of littluns weren’t willing to let his group especially near yours, he had seen once Ralph with you. No, no he brushed it off. He just needed some meat and that was it. Your group had made civilization someplace deep in the jungle of this island away from where Ralph and his group were located in the same area and away from where Jack and his choir boys were located in Castle Rock.