West

Chuck, Ronny, Gordon, and Shailene head out with a happy wave and a compass, looking to see just how big this island is. The jungle is dense but navigable, with a lot of game trails and paths, which they follow vaguely westward for about three miles before Shailene calls a halt.

"Guys, my feet are killing me, I've never walked so far without a good pair of shoes in my life. Can we take a rest for like five minutes?" She asks.

Chuck is the one to respond, taking the lead as he usually does. "Ok, yea, if we've gone this far and not found the other shore there's no telling how big this island is: though it's weird that anything this large hasn't been spotted by a satellite... We will rest here for a few minutes and then head back, we've been gone about an hour, maybe they've had luck with the sat-phone and we will be able to get out of here in a day or two." He thinks for a minute. "Ronny, Gordon, one of you come with me and do a quick sweep right around this clearing, maybe we'll get lucky and stumble on a spring, the other one will stay with Shailene, I don't want anyone being by themselves."

"Actually, I think we shouldn't even break down to just pairs, we all should stay together." Shailene states, looking suddenly ****, and with a strange gleam in her eyes...