“Do you think there really are others on the island?” I asked Euphie, taken aback. I thought she was unconscious all this while. Just how much does she know?
“There should be other survivors,” Euphie muttered, her eyebrows meeting in the middle of her forehead. “I have the strangest feeling that I heard voices right after I landed, and I know it wasn’t you, Yvonne, or Elsa.”
“Alright,” I replied, already trying to think through the possibilities. The first thing I did was to check and see if anyone else was alive. If someone else is around, then they must have left us for dead, I thought. It was not a promising notion, and I set off cautiously to search the beach once more, Yvonne’s backpack slung over my shoulder. It did smell a little fishy, but it was the only thing we had to c
