These people caught a wild chicken today. While barbecuing, they chatted and laughed. The sound echoed far in the silent valley."Sean, when can we finally be rid of Christopher? This guy just won't kick the bucket, and it's getting on my nerves! This jerk doesn't die, and it makes me uncomfortable!" Harold tore off a piece of chicken, oil dripping from his mouth, as he began to speak nonsense."Just wait patiently. Christopher and his girls will be done sooner or later. I can't stand that bastard either. Obviously, we're all from rural, but he always flaunts himself in my presence, acting as if he's superior. He claims to be helping me, but in reality, it's like he's a beggar seeking alms. I've been fed up with him for quite a while. Does he think he's capable by showing off in front of colleagues? Why would he teach me?" Sean took a vicious bite of the meat in his hand and said cunningly.Listening to his words, I was furious. Damn it, this guy really assumed everyo

The preserved salted meat we had stolen earlier, along with the supplies collected by Sean and the others, was hidden in an underground pit they had dug, similar to the cellars used by northerners.A cellar was a good way to store food. Not only did it slow down the decay of food, but it also prevented the spread of odors, avoiding attracting wild animals.I must say, Sean and his crew had quite a few tricks up their sleeves.Of course, now these things all belonged to me.With these provisions, I believed we wouldn't have any problems surviving the winter.It lifted my spirits. When we no longer had to worry about food, we could free up time and hands to start building bamboo rafts!If we were lucky, we might be able to leave this deserted island soon.Excitement filled me, yet a hint of nostalgia couldn't be suppressed.Of course, I knew that now wasn't the time to think about these things. I've lingered in this camp for too long.Not t

"Well, Eve, let me explain." I suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. Unlike the other women, Eve and I had a confirmed relationship. According to Eve, she still wanted to pursue other women, so she didn't allow me to disclose it publicly."No need to explain. I've been looking for you everywhere outside, tired to death. You seem quite comfortable here." Eve shot me a disdainful look.I hurriedly wanted to say something, feeling anxious deep down. However, before I could speak, Eve couldn't hold back and teased me, "Look at your anxious silly appearance." I instantly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Eve wasn't really angry; she was just teasing me. She truly had a broad-minded attitude.After exchanging a few words with me, Eve sat by the campfire and chatted with everyone. The tense atmosphere in the cave from before suddenly eased, but it was clear that the girls had divided into several factions and didn't get along.Nicole and Cynthia formed one group, whi

Eve was indeed not an ordinary person.However, after reading this letter, my inner confusion became even greater, and the pain intensified.What could be on this island?Why did people from the island country during World War II, Eve's father, and Eve herself, go on searching one after another, disregarding everything?Did Eve not tell me about this to avoid involving me, or did she not know herself?However, it was evident that the secrets on this island were far beyond the reach of ordinary people. A deep sense of powerlessness rose in my heart, a kind of sorrow for a small individual.Should I really just ignore Eve? Perhaps Eve was right. My rationality told me that I should forget about her and return to the peaceful city life, patiently waiting for the day she returned.But my emotions and inner sense of responsibility disagreed.After numerous nights of struggling, I made another seemingly foolish but conscientious and brave decision.<

I bent the branches into a fan shape and then used the rope to tie them in concentric circles. Soon, a net-like structure formed on the branches.From a distance, this thing looked a bit like a tennis racket."Oh, I get it! Chris, are you making a tennis racket to keep us active and warm?"Cindy excitedly raised her hand, resembling an elementary school student answering a question—very cute.However, I shook my head at her and said, 'Of course not. While your idea is great, and I can make you one if you want to play tennis in the future, it serves a different purpose."Saying that, I found more rope and securely tied this contraption to my feet.Of course, I made two of them.The other girls hadn't figured out what this was, and Mandy gave me a thumbs up, "Chris, you're really clever! Is this a snowshoe? With these, we can walk safely in the snow!"Because the snow in the woods was too deep and soft, when we walked, we sank and pulled o