Mysterious Island: Charlie Wade's Survival Diary

Chapter 6

In the cave, even the slightest sounds echoed loudly.

Charlie moved cautiously, with Amanda clinging to the hem of his clothes and following silently, too scared to speak.

Drip. A water droplet echoed from deep within the cave, startling Amanda and making her shudder. Though she didn't scream, she let out a muffled groan.

Charlie quickly crouched and shot her a reproachful look. She whispered apologetically, "S-sorry, I was really scared."

Charlie didn't dwell on her reaction. He paused for a few seconds, listening intently. Hearing nothing else, he relaxed and continued deeper into the cave.

The flashlight's beam seemed weak against the complex cave terrain, unable to illuminate around corners. Fortunately, Charlie had been here before and remembered the layout. Even while keeping his steps quiet, he managed to move at a steady pace.

After rounding three corners, Charlie felt a twinge of disappointment. They were approaching a narrow passage that led to the cave's end, but he hadn't heard anything unusual. "Could there be no one here?" he muttered to himself.

"Who's there?" A woman's voice suddenly rang out from deep within the cave. Charlie immediately switched off the flashlight, plunging them into darkness. Amanda stifled a scream, crouching beside him with her hand over her mouth.

In the pitch black, Amanda noticed a faint glint ahead. As her eyes adjusted, she realized Charlie had silently drawn his machete.

Absolute silence stretched for several minutes. Neither side moved, each unsure of the other's intentions.

Their hearts pounded, and even the smallest sounds seemed deafening. Amanda's breathing grew heavier behind Charlie, her nerves getting the better of her.

"Huff, huff, huff!" Amanda's breathing quickened, and the excess oxygen left her feeling dizzy. As her vision blurred and she teetered on the edge of fainting, the person in the cave seemed to lose patience.

Thud... Thud... Footsteps echoed hesitantly from the tunnel's end. They sounded deliberate as if they belonged to just one person.

Charlie tightened his grip on the machete. Amanda, wide-eyed, pressed her hands over her mouth. When the footsteps came within reach, Charlie lunged forward.

He grabbed the stranger's clothes, clenching the flashlight between his teeth to light up the scene. Having closed his eyes beforehand, the sudden light didn't blind him. He pinned the person to the ground before they could react.

"Who are you? Are you a survivor from the plane?" Charlie demanded, keeping the stranger firmly restrained. But something felt off. What he was holding onto was as soft as jelly he couldn't quite grasp.

The more he noticed the strange sensation, the harder he pressed. The person beneath him finally reacted, crying out in pain. "Stop squeezing! They are gonna explode!"

Charlie cracked his eyes open slightly. Though the light was still harsh, he could make out the figure of a blonde, blue-eyed beauty pinned beneath him.

But the identity of the person wasn't the issue. It was where his hands had landed. Charlie realized, to his horror, that he was gripping the woman's breasts. His forceful hold had lifted her clothes halfway, exposing much of her skin. Her soft flesh bulged between his fingers.

"D*mn! Sorry! I didn't mean to!" Charlie stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Helen Anderson, still pinned beneath him, didn't waste time scolding him. Instead, she urged, "Get off me!"

Charlie scrambled to release her and was just about to stand up when Amanda rushed forward from behind.

"I'm coming to help! God! Too bright! Where are you?" Amanda stumbled blindly into the scene, unable to see in the strong light. She crashed into Charlie just as he was trying to stand.

The pain in Helen's chest finally subsided, but it hurt so much that tears sprang to her eyes. Still lying on the ground, she rubbed her sore chest. But before she could soothe the pain, another sharp jolt shot through her left breast.

"Ouch!" Helen cried out. Charlie, knocked off balance by Amanda's collision, instinctively reached out to steady himself. Unfortunately, his hand landed squarely on Helen's other breast, eliciting a scream that echoed through the cave.

Charlie jumped up anxiously, causing Amanda to lose her balance and crash into Helen. As Helen began to push herself up from the ground, ready to retaliate, suddenly...

"Ouch! What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"You let go first! You've grabbed my breasts twice already! I can't believe you're doing it again!"

Charlie quietly covered his eyes, peeking nervously through his fingers at the chaotic scene.

It was too much for him to handle.

Amanda and Helen were locked in a vindictive struggle, each squeezing the other's breasts while grimacing and crying out in pain. Unable to bear the absurdity any longer, Charlie stepped in and forcefully separated them.

"Enough! Stop grabbing each other! Get up!" Charlie shouted, pulling Amanda to her feet. Amanda clutched her chest, struggling to catch her breath from the pain. Her anger boiled over, and she pointed furiously at Helen, who stood glaring back at her.

"F*ck you! Don't hold me back! Let me tear this sl*t's clothes off! You shameless b*tch, how dare you squeeze my breasts!" Amanda bellowed.

"If you're so tough, fight me without your boyfriend's help. Don't think I'm scared of you!" Helen retorted.

Charlie held Amanda back as the two continued their verbal sparring. To prevent the situation from escalating further, he quickly interrupted, "Enough!"

Clang! The sharp sound of Charlie's machete scraping against the ground silenced them instantly. Indeed, reason was the way to solve problems, and right now, reason was right in his hands.

Charlie pulled Amanda aside, his posture tense and vigilant. He fixed his gaze on Helen and repeated his earlier question, his tone firm. "You still haven't told me if you're a survivor from this plane. This is very important to me. For your own safety, I suggest you answer me right now."

His expression was serious. Though his eyes showed no hostility, they were sharp and alert. Having survived alone on this island for three years, Charlie knew better than anyone that there were things here beyond comprehension.

Helen's face was still flushed with anger from the earlier fight, and she bristled at his demanding tone.

"Why should I answer your question? Even if I don't tell you, are you going to kill me?" Helen asked mockingly, her expression defiant. Amanda, meanwhile, thought Charlie was overreacting, but his next words shocked them both.

Charlie nodded solemnly and replied calmly, "Yes. If you're not a survivor from this plane, I will kill you. So, will you tell me now?"

Helen's jaw dropped in disbelief. Amanda, alarmed, quickly tugged at Charlie's sleeve, setting aside her grudge with Helen to try and defuse the situation. "Don't take him seriously! He didn't mean it. Just tell him the truth."

"No, I'm serious," Charlie said gravely, turning to Amanda. "There are things about this island you don't understand. I'll explain later when I have the chance. But for now—" He turned back to Helen, his voice cold and unyielding. "Ma'am, please answer my question. Are you a survivor from this plane?"

Helen felt a chill run down her spine. The more he pressured her, the more resistant she became. 'He's just trying to scare me. There's no way he'd actually kill me.'

Helen smirked theatrically and shook her head. "I'm not. I'm a native of this island, born and raised here. Believe it or not."

The next moment, Charlie's expression darkened. Without hesitation, he drew his machete and slashed at Helen. Even Amanda couldn't hold him back. He was truly intent on killing Helen.