To the Half-Way Mark!

You sit and stare at the fire, feeling its warmth hit you. Occasionally you'd hear the snap of a twig in the distance, but that wouldn't prove too often. Whilst a sense of anxiety would hit you, you'd slowly come to realise that the island wasn't completely targeting you; for example, there had to be a resting area for all of the people who were after you.

Suddenly in the distant part of the jungle, a loud snapping sound echoes. Then, another. Someone was coming. Fear washes over you, but then you realise that perhaps this was an opportunity. What for? You didn't know.