#starterexperiment

There were some things Roman was going to have to get used to pretty fast, he could tell. Sleeping outside was one of them. Even in the shelter him and Sasha had made -- as crappy as people said it was he was rather proud of it -- they were still outside. They were still subject to all the elements, the wind, the bugs, and the loud ass birds. It was the last thing that was causing him the most problems at the moment because all he wanted to do was sleep in until the afternoon at least, but no. The sun was just rising and there was some rude little bird perched apparently very close to their shelter chirping as loudly as it could. "Jesus Christ." He hissed giving up on sleep and climbing out of the shelter looking around for the offending bird. 

He couldn't find it, but it started singing it's happy little morning song again, just to spite him Roman was sure of it and he groaned. "Заткнись! You better hope I don't find you, you annoying little shit because we're all running low on food here and I never liked fish." There was a long silence that Roman was satisfied with, so he turned and started heading towards the beach because -- well there was nothing else to do. When he was about ten yards away he heard the bird start up again and he turned glaring over his shoulder. So rude. He rolled his eyes and sat down on the sand far enough away from the group and the bird to not hear anything and sighed. It was way to early for him to be awake...

He wasn't sure what had exactly made him go through with the decision - whether it was the undeniable want to get out of the island, or just the aching need for adventure. Abel betted on the second one, for it wasn't like there was anything major waiting for him in Australia. Sure, a job; but it wasn't some once in a lifetime opportunity like this was. When would he ever be trapped on a beautiful island again? Nobody else seemed to like it, but that didn't mean that he had to focus on the bad parts of the situation. Abel had spent days just staring off into the jungle; where god knows what waited for them all behind rows and rows of shrubbery and trees. He was going in; he had to. Who was to say what was out there was so terrible when none of them really did have a single idea on how this island worked?

The sand was warm beneath his bare feet, the only thing able to comfort him in this disastrous expanse of land. He truly did try to avoid any unwelcome thoughts that hinted that he would never be getting off the damn island. He didn't exactly like the thought of being reduced to nothing but a lonely skeleton which would soon be forgotten. And that is exactly what would happen if he didn't make any plans to explore further. Abe averted his gaze down towards the sand as he passed a group of other survivors. Just like he'd never fit in anywhere before, he wasn't going to fit in here either. He was an entirely different species to them. He hadn't walked too far out into the jungle when he realised that he could walk no further. His foot felt like it was lodged into something; and a wave of terror threatened to overcome his very being. Looking down, he could see that his foot had gotten stuck in some kind of mud hole. As he tried to move it, it only felt as if it was sinking deeper into the ground. He thought about shouting for help; but dismissed it immediately as he didn't want anything unwanted heading his way. He'd do it when it became his only choice. Five or so minutes had passed before he started to hear rustling in the bushes near him.