Ella’s POV
We had been hiding here for weeks.
Our food supply was already gone.
I wanted to go out, to see if the creature was still out there, to take my chances before hunger killed us where we were. But Alex refused. She said food didn’t matter anymore. That survival was the only thing that mattered now.
As if living meant anything at this point.
We didn’t even know if we would see the next sunrise. Our lives felt like they were hanging on nothing but probability, like the island was deciding for us who got to keep breathing.
In my doubt and confusion, Alex became my backbone. She didn’t let me give up, even when I desperately wanted to. Because this wasn’t living. This was waiting to die.
We were constantly afraid. Every single day. Unsure if we would make it to the next.
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