It's been about two weeks since you found the island now known as Poguelandia. You and the group had adjusted to life on the island but for some reason they wanted to leave.

Every time there was any sign of a boat or plane in the distance they'd light a giant fire to get the plane or boat's attention. But you didn't want to leave. Life sucked in OBX. Why leave paradise for hell?

Apparently you weren't the only one. Today you found JJ sitting at the edge of a pretty high cliff. You went up to join him and sat next to him as he looked out at the sunset.

JJ: Why would they want to leave? I mean look at this place it's amazing.

He says after a moment of silence. You don't understand either. It's great here... Why would you ever want to leave?..