Mysterious Island:
The Land of Mutants
Chapter 1: Jungle Terrain
“The ship has gotta be around here somewhere!” I cried in frustration. I had been trekking for hours through a dense jungle, looking for the ship that was to take me home. I was on vacation on a remote island in the Pacific Ocean. There was a clearing ahead; I could see the sun breaking through the trees. A Giant Sequoia tree was rooted in the center of it. Wait a sec—a Giant Sequoia?! They belong in California; anyway, this was a rainforest!
It was soon apparent that the Sequoia was not the only misplaced thing. I soon came across a troop of lemurs, an Asian Elephant, and more Sequoias. It wasn’t until nightfall that I found the ship, and even then there was bad news.
“I’m sorry, but the ship has broken down; there is a hole in the side, the engine is broken, and the Luxury Liner GPS is dead,” said the captain gravely. “I trekked for two hours, fell into the ocean, and tripped on the ramp all for this?!” I said angrily. “Oh no, it wasn’t rhetorical,” I said sarcastically as he opened his mouth. Now it was his turn to lose his temper, “I—fine, just explore the island as we fix this.”
I went out of the captain’s cabin, down the steps, and admired the jellyfish pool, that is, until I fell into it. “Ow—oooh, ah—OUCH!” I tried to say as the jellyfish stung me, but only a large bubble emitted from my mouth. I finally climbed out of the pool as a particularly venomous-looking jelly floated towards me.
I soon discovered some things that looked like a tank full of bubbles. Then I realized that they must be the pressure tanks.
I went down the ramp, past the beach, and in the opposite direction than which I had come.
The island was stranger than I thought. And that was including when I found a run down building with a sign that read, “PIGS WILL DESTROY THE WORLD!”
I found my cabin, which was a wreck. The furniture was ripped and the painting was torn by a bloody (?) scratch.
The rest of the cabins were deserted and ripped to shreds. There was one with a small amount of blood on the floor, and that was the one that had been mysteriously deserted during the night a week ago. Cabin 11 was gone completely, replaced with a small lean-to. It had a sign that read
The Shack
“Weird and weirder,” I mumbled.
Even deeper into the jungle, the biome changed from Tropical Rainforest to Boreal Forest. A Voice spoke in my head, saying, “Rykov, Rykov, Rykov…”
I ran forward, and nearly broke my nose on a hard concrete wall. It looks like a small lab, I thought, as I walked to the ice-cold metal door. I opened the strangely unlocked door to find a small man sitting on a bench. There was a clear, glass pen, full of—dinosaurs?! “What is going on here?!” I demanded of the man. “They took… one of them… destroyed the… most precious… AAAAAH!” the man screamed, “Help! Destroying… DNA changing… Grrrrrrr…!” the man roared.
I looked wildly behind me. There was a hole in the roof of the lab, and a strange, Caucasian white blur with red streaks, I only caught a glimpse of it before it climbed quickly up into the hole in the roof.
I ran out, ran through the Boreal trees, and through temperate trees, before I realized the biome had changed again. I was in a thick woodland. The ground rumbled, and a shape lumbered out of the gloom.
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