10A Lost IslandThe ache of horror and something stronger than shock shook his guts. He was fading away… Aldor knew that before he reached the beach. He dragged Dale behind him and crumpled, sand filled his mouth and nostrils. Their chests expanded. Aldor had never seen Dale so pale.
Laurence, Jasper, and Gregory sprinted over the bank, sand spraying beneath their feet. The wind rushed around the five of them like a final warning to stay away. Jasper knelt by his brother, child-like, and pulled him into his lap. “You-you think he'll be okay?”
“Yes.” Even though his stomach rocked with nausea, Aldor sat up and moaned. “Knowing Dale, he'll pull through.”
His eyes flickered to the jungle. His lungs fought the blackened air which hung heavily—not even the wind could slice through it. Trees—a
