The Lost Isles
2 - Grounded
John’s vision blurred as he ached to get up. His darker tones blended in with the dark earth beneath him. His bones ached and his ears rang, but he managed to push himself over, to see 2B0681 just above him, suspended by the tree and vines. John nearly passed out again before he saw Robbie climbing the tree to help Sam out of the helicopter.
“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked, jumping down onto the ground beside John.
“Yeah, can barely feel anything, though.” John groaned, getting up.
“You took one hell of a fall.” Robbie pointed out.
“So now what? We stick to the mission?” John asked, looking at Sam.
“Even if we collect the samples, we have no way of safely transporting them off the island. We had a container to keep them fresh, but that was in my chopper, and she’s-” Sam looked up at the damaged helicopter, encased in vines that wrapped into every crack and crevice. “Not exactly coming down.” He sighed.
“Robbie, did you find out what those things were?” John asked.
“Yeah, Wingfinger Variant A. Codename WFA, they are the medium-sized Wingfinger variant. C’s smaller and B’s larger- much larger. It says here that the first clones were hatched in 1989. They are particularly territorial and stick to the outer water sources of the island. They’re also known to mob if threatened.” Robbie read.
“Wonderful,” John sighed. “Any idea where to go? Maybe a facility around here?” He asked.
“This doesn’t come with a map,” Robbie explained.
“No, the map was with the container, in my chopper,” Sam explained.
“So, we’re on an island with dangerous, genetically engineered amalgamations, no map, no way off, does anybody even know where we are?” John asked.
“Last time I successfully transmitted to Walker Airstrip was letting them know we were approaching Deinonia,” Sam informed.
“Is there like a precaution? Like, if you don’t transmit within 24 hours, they send a search party or something?” Robbie asked.
Sam shook his head.
“No. The most we did was two teams in case one was killed. They’re approaching from the east side.” Sam explained.
“And we approached from the west… Do you have any idea where a facility might be?” John asked.
Robbie rolled his eyes and began climbing the tree.
“I have no idea how deep we are. We could be southwest of the facility, or west of it, or even east, I have no idea.” Sam acknowledged.
Sam’s eyes drifted to Robbie, but widened when they didn’t find him. John turned around and then also wondered.
“Wait, he just- left?” John asked.
Above them, Robbie quietly snickered.
“I never saw him leave. Where would he have gone?”
“Shit, always trust Robbie to go on his own.” John sighed.
Suddenly, a few drops of blood fell on John’s shoulder. The two dreadfully looked up, just to see the helicopter rocking side to side, with Robbie climbing atop. Blood from the windshield was being shaken, dripping down the fuselage and falling on John.
“Hey, be careful up there! The debris could fall if you put too much pressure!” Sam yelled.
“Whatever, heads up!” Robbie yelled, tossing the dented container down to Sam.
John anxiously ran forward to catch it. He finally let out a sigh of relief, seeing the container safely in his arms. The glint of the metal reflected onto John’s dark skin, contrasting greatly. Sam looked up, covering his eyes from the peering eyes of sunlight through the dense canopy. Sam’s hairs perked outward as the sunlight was suddenly intercepted for a moment. As the massive sheet of shadow blanketed flashes of light, Robbie perked up from inside the damaged cabin, hearing the shrill screams of a beast from above. Sam anxiously awaited an attack, but the only light returned, causing Sam to have to shield his eyes once again. The shriek echoed through the air once again. Robbie immediately climbed onto the open cockpit door, attempting to jump down. As Robbie nudged closer to the edge, the hinges gave way, causing Robbie to fall to the ground with a sickening thud.
“You okay? Did you grab the map?” Sam asked, running to Robbie.
Robbie only groaned, but his hand released, revealing a half-torn map of the island.
“Dammit,” Sam groaned.
Behind them, John screamed in terror, causing Robbie to immediately bolt upwards.
“Something’s hunting us…” John muttered, throwing his fists up.
Robbie observed him before scoffing.
“What, you’re gonna fist-fight it?” Robbie chuckled before grabbing a part of the tail rotor off the ground and wielding it like a battle axe.
Sam laughed at both of them before pulling out his standard-issue pistol. Another shriek echoed through the chasm of trees surrounding the trio like a group of bobbies. Then, they saw it.