The jungle was louder at night.

Not with animals — the island itself seemed to breathe after dark, leaves rustling without wind, distant waves crashing like muffled gunfire somewhere beyond the trees. {{user}} stood alone beside the dying remains of Ralph’s fire, Somewhere deeper in the forest, boys were chanting.

Then the chanting stopped.

{{user}}'s eyes faltered with zero pressure from all the exhaustion after being on the chase from jack's tribe in this island. Piggy fell victim to their violence, and {{user}} hid like a coward and watched.

But once the morning sun felt warm against her skin, she has this consciousness where she wasnt sleeping where she hid. Her body jolted awake and sure enough she was tied down to a tree in a different area.