<strong>Lizzie</strong><br/><br/>She stood watching as he carried the body of his friend away.  She felt a wave of guilt, but she pushed it away, she was angry at him.  Angry at herself, angry at everything.  She closed her med kit and made her way out of the hut, but she had no idea where to go.  She was lost, the island was still a trap, a place she couldn't read or fathom out.  She didn't know which way to go to get to the girls camp.<br/><br/>She struggled through the bushes, pushing them out of her way, using her medical kit as a shield against the bushes as they snapped back, one caught her face, the thorns slicing through her thigh, she hissed, "fuck it" she screamed, breaking out onto a beach.  She stood by the shore, looking out across the water, the waves lapping gently at the golden sand.<br/><br/>"Why?" she screamed, throwing her medical kit down, "why do this to us?" she didn't know that Charlie was just along from her, leaning on the mound of his friend's grave.  She swore at the sea and then fell to her knees, "why us?" she asked the sky again, "stuck here with some morons." She was still fuming, still annoyed, but there was also a hint of despair.  How would they get home?<br/>