Cam pulled the gun out of his belt and unlocked the clip as his brother spoke. He glanced up at the sound of the jiggling doorknob then answered, “Looks like a full clip minus one that you used to get us out of the vent. Which is good in case we need either protection or an alternative way to get food out here.” Sliding the gun back into his pants, he nodded in agreement with moving along the beach instead of the jungle interior saying, “Yeah I agree. We might be able to find some kind of shelter on the beach or at least a place to make a shelter so that we could be on the lookout for some way off this damn island.”<br/><br/>As he was weighing their options in his mind, he happened to look up and see the storm clouds brewing on the horizon. He grunted and sighed heavily muttering, “Well that’s going to be miserable.” He listened to his more experienced brother ask for his opinion and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well ... you’re right about us not getting into this bunker any time soon. We would need more time than we have right now. The jungle would offer more shelter than the beach unless there’s a rocky cove or something there. But, again, that will take more time than we have right now to find. I think we should find a good spot to make shelter in the jungle and then, when the storm passes, go exploring for something better either on or closer to the beach in hopes of rescue,” he replied, looking to Travis to see if he agreed.