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Jordan
Kate, Michelle, Peter, & Chelsea
Mayoli, Chris, Travis, Jill & Jim
Bryan, Tyfanna, SaraM, Andrew, Lauren, Jordanna, Cowin, Mike, Rosendo, Paul, Mayo & Boon
Ian & Graham
Andrea
Sara R & Emily

Previously on Survive: The Island

From restless slumber, they awoke—strangers marooned on a forsaken shore, the sea whispering secrets in tongues they couldn’t understand. Choices clawed at their fragile resolve: follow the footprints into a jungle that seemed alive with watching eyes, or climb the jagged path to a shipwreck whose silence screamed of forgotten horrors.

The jungle swallowed some in its oppressive embrace, offering glimpses of ancient, unnatural things. Others sought salvation in the shipwreck, only to find its shattered remains heavy with the weight of despair.

Now, as shadows creep across the land, the island awakens. Its secrets hunger for those who dare to uncover them—or fail to escape.

Part 1: The Call of Water

(Jordan only)

The jungle pulses with a quiet malevolence, each choice carrying the weight of fate itself. The thick, suffocating air clings to your skin, each breath a struggle. Far off, the faint sound of water calls to you—an invitation, or perhaps a deception.

The canopy above rustles like whispers, while the crude ladder rising toward the open sky beckons. Ahead, the darkened jungle looms, filled with nameless dangers. The water you hear—can it be trusted? Could the jungle offer anything but confusion? You press forward, driven by something unseen.

Breaking through the dense foliage, the sight before you is surreal—a waterfall. It gleams like a dream, pure and inviting. The sun’s light dances on the mist, a soft golden glow that momentarily eases the burden in your chest. Your thirst, your desperation, beckon you closer.

You move without thinking, and suddenly you’re running, the pull of the water overwhelming your senses. But then, a blinding flash of lightning—and a violent strike of pain as your skull crashes into a branch. For a moment, you’re lost in the haze, but the sting of the impact jars you back into reality.

Through the mist, behind the falls, something stirs—a fleeting shadow, unnaturally fast. You blink and it’s gone, but the weight of its presence lingers. Your heart races, and the sky above seems to darken as if responding to your fear. The storm is approaching. The wind howls, the storm’s breath hot with fury. Raindrops pierce the air like needles, and then, the heavens rip open. The deluge is instant, soaking you to the bone.

The waterfall, once a refuge, now seems like a fleeting mirage. The rocks beneath it promise shelter, but how much time remains before the storm claims all that you have? You must decide. Time is slipping away faster than you can fathom.

Jordan’s Choices

1. Follow the figure into the waterfall—You need to know who or what is behind there, what they’re doing, and why they were watching you. This could lead to answers, but will it lead to safety or ruin? There’s no turning back once you enter.
2. Focus on hydration while sheltering yourself from the storm—The water is too important to ignore. You can take refuge in the rocks, drink, and survive the storm. But if you stay here, will you miss an opportunity? Could this be a mistake, an easy trap?
3. Get out of here immediately—Head back to the beach. The storm’s intensity is only increasing, and the unknown dangers of the jungle seem to multiply by the minute. What if there’s help waiting for you on the beach? What if there isn’t? What if you’re running away from the very answers you’ve been searching for?

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Part 2: Beneath the Surface

(Kate, Michelle, Peter, & Chelsea)

The heat of the jungle is stifling, but you and your companions—Michelle, Peter, Kate, and Chelsea—tackle the challenge with infectious enthusiasm. You’ve agreed that building shelter is the first step—simple sticks, vines, and the group’s creative spirit. It feels optimistic, as if you can shape a cozy haven in a world that once seemed foreign. Michelle’s energy inspires you, while Peter, Kate, and Chelsea weave together the framework of a charming refuge.

Chelsea’s sharp eyes, always practical, are the first to notice something out of place. As she digs through the dirt, her hand brushes against something cold and smooth. The others gather around, intrigued. Slowly, you uncover a massive stone slab, circular and covered in intricately carved skulls which spiral smaller and smaller towards the center of the disturbing structure. The stone’s presence unsettles something deep within you.

Before anyone can grasp the significance of what has been uncovered, the sky shatters. The storm arrives, dark and violent, with wind howling through the trees, their limbs bending like tortured flesh. Rain pours in torrents, fierce enough to knock you off your feet. The stone, slick with rain, begins to hum as water flows through the grooves and disappears into the earth. The storm is unrelenting, yet beneath the chaos, there’s a sense of being watched, as if the stone is aware of your every movement.

The ground shifts beneath you, a low tremor resonating in your bones. The island reacts, urging you to decide—though you cannot know if this will be your salvation or damnation. Your shelter is a flimsy refuge against the storm. The stone calls to you, its pulse growing stronger, urging you to learn its mystery—though part of you fears what you may uncover.

As the wind screams louder, the rain falling harder, the island itself feels like it’s closing in on you. The pressure mounts, the very air thickening, as if the island is holding its breath, waiting for your next move. The unknown trembles beneath your feet, and the choices ahead begin to blur, growing darker with each passing moment.

Kate, Michelle, Peter & Chelsea’s Choices

1. Climb into the shelter for protection from the storm—Your crude shelter offers a haven from the relentless rain and winds, muffling the howling storm as you regroup and plan your next move.
2. Stay in the open while uncovering the stone—Despite the storm, the strange stone compels you to discover its secrets. As the rain pours and the water rises, the risk grows. Will revealing its secret be worth the danger?
3. Run to find the other 5 people—You hesitate, torn between the danger of staying and the need to help others. But the group’s safety is crucial. Venturing out could bring more help for you and the others, but can you risk splitting up again?

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Part 3: The Sound of Danger

(Mayoli, Chris, Travis, Jill & Jim)

You made the choice to venture into the humid jungle with the others, driven by the primal urge to survive. The dense foliage surrounds you, thick and oppressive, as you push forward with desperate hope. You’re searching for food, for water—anything to sustain you, but the jungle remains eerily silent, devoid of life. No animals scurry through the leaves, no bugs buzz around, just an unnerving, empty quiet.

Then, without warning, a horrific screech echoes through the trees, a cry unlike anything you’ve ever heard, and it sends your heart into overdrive. You aren’t alone in this jungle. Something, or someone, watches you, and it feels closer with every breath you take. The shadows seem to flicker and shift, each sound amplifying the sense of dread that hangs thick in the air.

Just as the tension rises, Jill stumbles upon a small cave opening—a sliver of hope amidst the madness. The others gather around, their expressions a mix of fear and anticipation, peering into the dark void, wondering if this could be the shelter they so desperately need. The cave seems to beckon with promises of safety, but its depths are shrouded in darkness, hiding unknown terrors within.

But the sky suddenly darkens, a new storm’s fury beginning to make itself known. The wind howls, its piercing whistle intertwining with the rustling leaves, and the atmosphere crackles with electric tension. Lightning cracks the sky with a brilliant flash, illuminating the worried faces of the group for a fleeting moment, revealing their unspoken fears. The first droplets of rain begin to fall, plummeting from the sky like icy daggers, each one a reminder of the brewing tempest.

The storm will be upon you in moments. The cave offers shelter, but it’s dark and unknown—who knows what could be hiding inside. But staying outside could mean exposure to the full wrath of the storm. The wind picks up, carrying with it the faint sound of movement from deep within the jungle. Your instincts scream at you to run, but where? The safety of the clearing is still a long way off. Can you make it back in time?

Mayoli, Chris, Travis, Jill & Jim’s Choices:

1. Squeeze into the dark cave—The first to enter will have to face the unknown. Will it offer protection, or does it conceal something much worse?
2. Run back to the clearing—But the storm is moving fast, and you’re not sure you can make it back in time. Safety in numbers sounds tempting, but you can’t shake the feeling that you might be running directly into danger.

The jungle watches as the storm closes in. It’s a race against time, and the wrong choice could spell disaster.

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Part 4: The Marked Circle

(Bryan, Tyfanna, SaraM, Andrew, Lauren, Jordanna, Cowin, Mike, Rosendo, Paul, Mayo & Boon)

You, along with 11 others, enter the wreckage of the ship lured by the promise of shelter, supplies, and the twisted allure of the unknown. The stench inside is overwhelming, a mixture of decay and something more foul, as if the ship itself has been corrupted. Amidst the flickering light of candles which shouldn’t have been lit, your gaze falls upon scattered human bones—some broken and pulverized into a fine dust. That dust is artfully arranged into a grotesque mural, its centerpiece in the shape of a door, surrounded by a large circle, then surrounded again by the dim light of candles.

And then, against all better judgment, you—along with most of the group—step inside the circle to investigate the bone-dust shrine.

Bryan, Rosendo, and Boon had the foresight to stay back, their intelligence and cunning telling them only to observe, but the others, driven by curiosity or desperation, ventured too close. Out of nowhere, the wind howls, a force so unnatural it sends the candles-and the ship’s cabin-spiralling into darkness. The mural’s dusty pattern begins to dissipate, the unsettling feeling in the air growing heavier. Bryan and Boon instinctively take another step back from the others, acutely feeling that entering this ship had been a bad idea.

At the same moment, Rosendo can’t resist opening a small crate, revealing a map and a key packed tightly inside, and the atmosphere suddenly shifts again, like a blurring of reality itself, and then—a storm strikes. Lightning crackles just overhead, the winds change direction, an ultraviolet flash illuminates the sky and the ship shakes violently. It’s as as if the island itself has become alive with rage.

For those inside the circle, the intense pain comes quickly and brutally. A sharp, splitting ache like nothing you’ve ever felt before, tearing through your skull into your nervous system. Your vision blurs, then snaps into focus with a horrifying clarity. A figure appears—dark, looming, and full of malice. The words echo in your mind: “You’ve been marked as mine.” The voice vibrates through your entire being, burning the words into your very soul.

The storm outside rages louder, its fury a mirror to the agony you feel. Your body trembles, the vision lingering in your head, pulsing with each heartbeat. Some of you stumble, dizzy and disoriented, while others stand frozen, overwhelmed by the realization that you might have unleashed something far worse than the storm. Every single one of you except for Rosendo, Boon & Bryan feels different now; as if an hourglass had been turned over in your soul.

The ship creaks, groans, and the waves crash against its hull as though the sea itself wants to consume it. Was this storm your doing? Did your presence stir something ancient? What now? You’re trembling in the wreck, torn between fear of the cursed ship and the storm outside.

Bryan, Tyfanna, SaraM, Andrew, Lauren, Jordanna, Cowin, Mike, Rosendo, Paul, Mayo & Boon’s Choices

1. Grab what you can and attempt to head back to the beach—You need to escape the ship, but the jungle at the beach still calls. The footprints leading into it might offer a way out—if you can make it.
2. Stay in the ship, using it for shelter despite the danger—The storm is ferocious, and the ship might protect you… but at what cost? The danger inside is real, and you can feel it in your bones.
3. Rush straight into the jungle near the ship, leaving everything and everyone behind—The storm is too much, the ship too cursed. Your only hope might be to flee into the jungle and risk whatever lurks in the shadows there.

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Part 5: The Price of Being First

(Ian & Graham)

Graham and Ian each decided to climb the mast, driven by a desire to be the first to gain a vantage point over the island. As you both move towards the mast, the ship’s structure groans beneath your feet, the wood brittle and decaying. Graham reaches the mast’s rigging first and is quick to climb, eager to take the lead and avoid the risk of others weakening the mast. Ian, cunning and determined as ever, follows closely behind, realizing he was now pretty happy to be going second.

You climb carefully, dodging the rotting sections of wood, pushing yourselves upwards despite the years of decay that make it harder to hold onto the mast and ancient ropes. Halfway up the 40 foot mast, the wind increases, making it even more treacherous trying to keep your grip. But you persevere, with Graham reaching the top, where he finally has a clear view of the island.

Graham’s Perspective
Beyond the ship, you see sharp and jagged rocks rounding the island. Looking back the way you came, you think you can make out the figures of two people on the beach, their forms too distant to identify. Your eyes shift to the dense jungle, rising into a green mountainside. There, barely visible through the trees, is a structure, a stone building or bunker, tucked away like a secret. What could that be?

Ian’s Perspective
Below Graham, held tight to the mast like the wooden pillar represents life itself, you look out towards the sea. There on the horizon! Was that a ship? An island? A low-flying plane? Something definitely caught your eye, but those questions quickly depart your mind as you glance up at the clouds. A storm that was not there a minute ago had appeared, it was coming fast, and you can feel its power in your core. Lightning crackles across the sky, and suddenly—everything goes dark. The mast trembles, and in an instant, Graham is gone; struck by a powerful bolt of lightning. The force sends him plummeting into the water below, his body crashing against the waves. You can only watch.

Graham’s Perspective
You drift in unconsciousness, feeling strangely peaceful, as though you are resting at a luxurious island resort. The warmth of the sun bathes you as you relax, closing your eyes lazily. But when you open them again, you find yourself surrounded by darkness. A vast, endless void stretches out in all directions. To your left, a brilliant light beckons you, its warmth calling you forth. But to your right you see a darkness far deeper, more intensely black than the pitch black void itself. It feels… wrong.

Ian’s Perspective
Meanwhile, still you cling desperately to the mast, the storm’s fury bearing down on you from all directions. Your heart races as the waves crash against the ship, the winds howling like a beast in pain. Your gaze flickers between the dark water below, the ship and the island, the sight of Graham falling still burned into your mind. What will you do?

Ian’s Choices

1. Climb up to get the view he wanted in the first place—Despite the storm, the desire for information lingers. Should Ian take the risk and complete the climb?
2. Climb down to find and hopefully save Graham—Graham has fallen, and the storm only worsens. Ian might be able to help if he acts quickly, but time is slipping away.
3. Seek shelter from the storm inside the ship—The ship offers safety from the storm, but there is danger lurking within. The unknown might be safer than the fury outside.

Graham’s Choices

1. Follow the bright light—The light is warm and inviting, but what awaits Graham on the other side? Is it a trap?
2. Follow the darkest dark—The darkness calls, more chilling than anything Graham has ever experienced. Could it hold the answers, or will it swallow him whole?

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Part 6: Alone Against the Storm

(Andrea only)

You decide to return to the beach, overwhelmed by the noise and energy of the shipwreck and the dozen other survivors. The trek over jagged rocks is grueling; your legs ache and each step weighs you down. But you push on, eager to reach the familiar sand. As you finally arrive, relief floods over you. The chaos of the shipwreck fades away, and for a moment, you feel you’ve made the right choice. However, your gaze catches two distant figures at the water’s edge, moving strangely, as if waving or signalling to someone.

Your gaze drifts instinctively to the water, but what you see unsettles you deeply. The calm turquoise sea is now black and restless, its waves rising higher than they should. Above it, the sky has changed. Moments ago, it had been hot and sunny. Now, it was wrong—dark and bruised with swirling clouds that churned unnaturally. The sight sends a chill down your spine.

Before you can process it, the wind whips against you, strong enough to knock you off balance. You stagger, trying to stay upright, and when you glance back toward the figures—they are gone. The beach is empty. No one is here but you and the storm.

You barely have time to think before a massive wave crashes into you. Salt water stings your skin, and the impact sends you sprawling into the sand. The shoreline—wasn’t it farther away just a moment ago? Another wave crashes, closer still, and rain begins to fall in thick sheets, blurring your vision.

The storm is upon you now. Rain and sand lashes against your body, and the howling wind makes it hard to hear your own thoughts. Every instinct screams at you to run, to find shelter. The jungle looms as a dark but tempting refuge from the chaos around you. You take a step toward it, preparing to sprint, when you see something—or someone.

A single figure stands on the beach where previously two had stood, barely visible through the storm. But it wasn’t one of the two figures you’d seen earlier. This one was… larger, misshapen in ways you can’t understand. Its silhouette is twisted, unnatural, and it seems to radiate a kind of dread that stops you in your tracks.

The storm screams around you, the waves creep ever closer, and your pulse thunders in your ears. Time was slipping away.

Andrea’s Choices:

1. Run into the jungle—The dense foliage offers some promise of safety and shelter, even if the unknown lurks within.
2. Run toward the figure on the beach—Curiosity and defiance push you forward through the fear. You need answers, even if they come with danger.

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Part 7: Shadows of the Tide

(Sara R & Emily)

You stayed on the beach, unable to move, caught in a paralyzing inertia. The others made their choices, venturing into the unknown, but you remained behind, watching the waves and hoping someone—anyone—would return for you. The sun’s unrelenting heat sears your skin as hours stretch into an eternity. Sleep comes not as a refuge but as an oppressive weight, dragging you down.

That figure in the water, humanlike at first glance, floats just beyond the breakers. It seems to call out silently, its presence burrowing into your minds. It evokes equal parts pity and fear. You want to help—need to—but your legs won’t carry you, and dread roots you in place.

Then the storm comes swiftly, erasing the molten sun. The rain lashes at your raw skin like a thousand needles, but it brings no relief—only agony. The wind shrieks, a cacophony of despair that drowns out your cries. Lightning flashes in blinding bursts, searing your vision until only ghostly shadows dance before your eyes. Thunder cracks with such force it feels as though the sky itself is breaking open, each boom reverberating inside your skull.

Then the figure emerges from the water. Larger than it seemed from the beach, its shape twists and writhes, defying comprehension. Its form shifts, as if reality struggles to contain it. You can’t look directly at it, but the impressions it leaves in your peripheral vision are worse than anything you can imagine.

It screeches—a sound not meant for human ears, something primal and infinite. It isn’t just heard; it is felt, a vibration deep in your bones, in the marrow of your being. The sand beneath you vanishes as the tide surges, pulling you toward the figure. It doesn’t move closer. It doesn’t need to.

The storm becomes everything. Wind and rain, sand and sea, thunder and shadow—it all merges into one unbearable force. Your last sight is the figure expanding, engulfing the horizon, until there is only darkness.

And then, there is nothing. No sound. No light. No escape. You become part of the storm, part of the island; a cautionary tale etched into the memories of those who dared to venture beyond the beach.

Thus ends the story of Emily and Sara R

The Beach Where Shadows Dwell
Beneath a sun that sears the sand,
Two figures falter, cannot stand.
The waves, they whisper deathly low,
A beckon of what they’ll never know.

The storm awakes, a voiceless scream,
A fractured sky, a splintered dream.
The sea, the wind, a rising gale,
No hope, no light, no guiding sail.

And on the shore where horrors swell,
They meet their fate, a living hell.
A shadow vast, with claws of night,
Consumes their souls, snuffs out the light.

– excerpt from The Infinite Corridor,
author unknown, date unknown