The island was gloomy and sinister in the dead of night. From time to time, the howls of animals echoed from its depths, chilling one to the bone.
The two precious boys shivered uncontrollably from the cold. The night after a heavy rain was always seeped in a bone-chilling dampness.
The two of them were wearing jackets that were long since filthy and tattered. To stay warm, the boys clung tightly to each other.
And so, they struggled through the entire night.
When dawn finally broke, Dylan Grant decided they had to leave this place.
Elmer Grant climbed a tree and pulled down all the few small fruits he could find, cradling them in the hem of his shirt. Together, the two children stumbled deeper into the woods, one unsteady step at a time.
The forest was a boundless sea of trees with no end in sight.
They walked for the better part of the day, but there was no sign of a way out.
