The first episode of Island Locked the most popular show to come .the first choice is here
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The first thing Connor Patterson noticed was the sand in his mouth.
A very bland and dry taste. The second thing he noticed was the headache. His head throbbed within his skull, as if trying to get out.
He sat up and spat out the sand, it took several minutes, because the sand clung to his tongue and lips. Finally being satisfied that there was no sand left he allowed himself to think. maybe it was the fact that it was hard to concentrate with the headache, or maybe he was just dazed, but he could remember nothing, none the less.
He looked around himself, he was sitting in sand, surrounded but a few pants. And when he looked further out he could see the waves gently lapping over the shore.
“I’m on an island!” the thought suddenly came to him. “And really thirsty!”
He looked at the plants, wondering if he dug deep enough he could find water. Then he noticed a grey metal bar. He brushed a plant away to reveal, “My shotgun!” he shouted in surprise.
“But I left that in Texas! How did it get here?”
He looked around himself once again, looking for water. But instead discovered his backpack hung neatly on a plant. He took it down and slung it over his shoulder.
“I wonder if anyone else is out here?” he asked himself. “Could I somehow contact them? Maybe they have water!”
He quickly cocked the shotgun and fired into the air.
He waited for a few seconds then heard a replying gunshot from down the shore.
“There’s other people!” he shouted as he ran down the shore toward where he had heard the noise.
Michael woke to sound of a gunshot.
He subconsciously rolled to the side, drew his pistol and stood in one swift movement.
Seeing his surroundings he relaxed a little. Then he realized what the gunshot had been, a distress call! He quickly grabbed his backpack, slung nicely on a rock, and headed toward the gunshot as e fired his pistol in the air to reply. He had no idea where he was or who had fired the shot, but a distress call was a distress call, and he was a cop.
Dillpickle woke to someone shaking him, which was a mistake on whoever was shaking him.
He rolled on to his back then kicked out at the possible hostile, catching them in the ribs. The person was knocked to the ground by the force and began to cough severely.
“Whoa there! Calm down we’re not going to hurt you as long as you don’t hurt us! We’re all lost here and we need to find out where to get water, so if you could tell us then we will be on our way!” said a man with a pistol.
Suddenly, Dillpickle realized he had no idea where e was, or what had happened in the last 2 weeks.
“I, uh, I don’t know how I got here, I can’t figure out where I was, sorry I can’t help you, who are you?” he said eventually.
“Welcome to the club! None of us know we are either,” he said, gesturing toward the man Dillpickle had kicked, “That’s Connor, Connor Patterson, and I’m Michael, what can we call you?”
“Oh, umm, thanks you can call me Dillpickle, don’t ask why,” he answered.
Michael helped Connor up to his feet and began to walk away.
“Wait for me! Where are we going?” Dillpickle yelled to them.
He grabbed his backpack and ran to catch up to them.
“We’re going to look for water!” Connor called back.
After walking half an hour or so, the trio heard someone yelling things, but they where too far away to tell what was being said.
After running for a while they could hear clearly what w being said.
“You had better tell me where I am right now! And why I can’t remember!” yelled someone, sounding m frustrated than angry.
“I told you! I don’t know where we are! I don’t remember anything! Honest!” pleaded another man.
“Will I have shoot you!?” yelled the other.
“No you wont!” said Connor, stepping into the scene, “Now and put away that pistol or you’ll be killed by my shotgun right here and now! We’ll try to explain things to you.”
Slowly, the stranger put away his gun, “Now who are you? And why can’t I remember anything?”
“I’m Michael, he’s Connor, and that’s Dillpickle,” said Michael, pointing at Dillpickle looking for water in a barrel. “Who are you?”
“I’m Bob! But people call me Bob the Almighty!” said the stranger previously holding the gun.
“And I’m Thomas, Thomas Curvers,” said the other, standing up to brush himself off.
“Welcome!” said Connor, “Would you like to come with us to find water?”
“Sure!” both men agreed.
But it soon began to rain, a hard unendurable rain. the five men where forced to stop and rest, what will they do, they need shelter!
Okay Michael, Connor, Dillpickle, Thomas, and Bob, you all get to choose if you are going to make a little fort, or not, and if you are what will it be made out of? and if not then what do you plan on doing? also, if one of you chooses something else that person leaves the other people, and the island may be dangerous!
you might want to remember that you are all SUPER thirsty! any questions?
I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!
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Note:if you where not in it , don't worry you will be in the next one, if not then the one after,
Brief preview of the next episode, the five lost travelers are ambushed, but are saved by a mysterious person who actually seems to know whats going on.
i don't know who is in the next one, but i do know that eric and neoninja are init, lol and yes there are natives SOON! but somehow Thomas STILL has not said what he plans on doing =P lol also Bob the almighty, ill have to make the next episode on the others choices
I like it, it's readable. You need more impressive sets though. The only real problem I can place out, is that it's kind of a knock off of that whole "island surviver" theme. Which has been a tad over-used. But I like how it's well written, and I can scan it without many setbacks because of bad sentences.
Forget "disaster brings out the best in people" some people immediate try to place blame. This is pretty well done Im anxious to see what happens next. One thing I cant get over is Why does Dillpickle have my guys head? >Eric