South

"We go south," you say to Gillo. "If we can reach the coast we might be able to find a boat that will take us to the north side of the island. It will be quicker than crossing the whole thing with all of these monsters on the loose."

Gillo seems unconvinced that this is a wise plan of action, but after a pause he nods his big head. "Okay Heather. We go south. The big water is dangerous. On way, people may seem nice but they are bad people."

You set off south through the jungle. Despite his size, Gillo moves silently and easily among the trees. You're an experienced hiker and runner and you struggle to keep up with him. AFter more than an hour of travel you are drenched in sweat, your camo top clinging to your body. Gillo seems unconcerned, though you notice his huge, dangling cock stiffening a little when he looks at you. Quite a traveling companion.

"Almost to people," says Gillo. "Must be careful."

You proceed more cautiously. After a few minutes you detect a strange sound beneath the noises of the jungle. Almost like a bird singing. It takes you a moment to realize it is music. Strangely upbeat music blaring from a speaker. You part the fronds of a jungle fern and for a moment you believe you must be dreaming. You are looking out across a resort complete with thatched huts, a pool of blue water and men and women stretched out on lounge chairs. You wet your lips at the sight of a waiter bringing a bikini-clad woman a tall glass of lemonade.

A thatched hut near the pool is manned by a handsome, shirtless bartender flipping bottles and mixing drinks for the people around the pool. You could walk out there and order yourself a cool, refreshing drink. You could imagine yourself stripping out of these filthy clothes, donning one of those lovely bikinis and stretching out on a lounger. Besides, they've gotta have a phone in here somewhere, right?

Gillo seems to sense what you are considering.

"Dangerous," he insists. "Bad people."

Dangerous for him, maybe, but surely you will be fine. You're not much of a judge of primate facial expressions, but Gillo's concern seems real. He can wait here while you go into the resort, refresh yourself and contact the outside world.