Barry’s eyes swing open when a huge water droplet falls on his face. It takes him about a minute or two to gather all his senses and sit straight. Running a hand through his hair, he looks around,

“Right,” He nods his head, “I’m stuck in this island.” He says in a dull way.

Sighing, as if he’s already bored out of his mind and can’t wait to get off the Island, he sits straight.

“Alright, let’s go.” He says to himself and jumps up. He cracks his neck sideways, then stretches his body like he’s preparing himself for a battle. He felt shivers down his spine when the cold wind slapped his body.

The forest in front of him is covered with mist and fog. Everything looks hazy. The noticeable chilly air made him shiver every now and then. The environment was dull and dismal. He was only at the beginning of the forest. He had to walk a little more to get ‘inside the forest.’

Before starting to walk, Barry bent down and tied his shoelace. Just beside his shoe, there laid a sharp tree branch that looked like it was already sharpened enough to kill someone. Barry nods his head with approval and picks up the stake.

“You,” He said, pointing at the stake, “Will for sure come handy.” He smiles to himself before rolling his eyes at the thought of him talking to himself again, “What is wrong with me?” He shook his head.

Barry starts walking in no particular direction. He had zero clue where he was heading, but he was sure he was getting farther and farther away from the sea. He couldn’t listen to the waves crashing anymore, not even the slightest.

“That’s a good thing, right?” He thought to himself.

Barry wasn’t sure what he should feel as he walked on the patched, muddy ground that led to nowhere specific. He wasn’t excited to find out more about the Island, but he had a feeling he’ll find his friends in there somewhere, but what if he doesn’t…? This was ‘exactly the type of question’ Barry was trying hard to avoid. He had no plan B and in a situation like this, not having a Plan B wasn’t a brilliant decision.

“I’ll probably go back near the sea,” Barry thought to himself, “and make an SOS sign or something. I’ll make a ship,” He nodded firmly before asking himself, “Can I?”

Tangled in his thoughts and questions, he came to a halt. In front of him stood a long, dirty concrete wall spread from farther left to farthest right, stopping him from going any further. Barry looked at the wall with disbelief,

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He exclaimed and took a few steps near the wall.

The wall was tall and dirty, covered in green moss from different places. It was so dirty, it almost looked grey. Barry kicked the wall in frustration.

“Great, what do I do now?” he asked and earned no response in reply, “Wait,” His eyes go wide, “If there’s a concrete wall… that means there are people here!” He says to himself and almost jumps out of excitement. He looks around and, within seconds, starts to contradict his earlier statement of ‘people being around’ because as far as his vision goes, he can see only trees, flowers, and rocks—no sign of any human.

“No, no, don’t lose hope, Barry,” He starts talking to himself, “This wall,” He points at the wall with his both hands, “Can’t just drop out of the sky on its own,” He tries to give himself some hope to carry on, “This is a long - long, giant, huge, big,” He pauses, “Shit, I’m out of adjectives.”

Barry shakes his head and looks around for something that could confirm any sign of human on this Island. He starts walking sideways with the wall, searching for something—he wasn’t sure what.

“Alright, let me break this down real quick now,” He says to no one particular as he keeps walking, “First, I drown, then I get stranded on what seemed like a beach, and now I’m here, on this… Island? God damn it, I don’t even know what this place is!” He whines and continues, “And you,” He stops and points to the sky, “Decide to just ignore me completely, huh? Like there’s no Barry, completely stranded on this Island. And mind you, ‘an island’ with no humans! What am I supposed to –”

Before Barry could complete his list of sorrows and grief to God, he stumbles and falls down flat on his face, causing him to groan in pain.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Holding his ankle, he yells out in frustration.

Barry looks around him to see what caused him to stumble. His eyes land on something white and just a few feet away from him. He drags his body near and picks up what seems like a giant, thick white stick to him.

“What the hell” Barry mutters as he looks closely.

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His eyes grow wide as he realizes this isn’t a stick, “It’s a human bone….” He whispers to himself.

He wasn’t sure how long the bone had been laying here, but by the looks of it—dirty, bitten off from here and there—he was sure it’s been long.

Barry stands up and throws the bone away.

He wasn’t sure what to feel at the moment. Barry looks up at the sky with disappointment, and he almost felt as if God said, ‘you did ask for a sign.’ He looks around to see if he can find any more human remains, but he couldn’t.

“Well, it’s a bone, but it doesn’t mean it’s a ‘human’ bone. Given what I’ve seen until now, God knows there’s a human slash cat out there somewhere.” Barry convinced himself that it wasn’t a ‘human’ remains, but actually, a bone of a creature present here.

Sighing and shaking his head in disappointment, he made up him mind to go further. He felt scared but he was determine he will find his friends on the other side.

He starts looking for something which could help him jump to the other side of the wall.

“Well, what would Tim or Malcolm do?” He asked himself and imagined both of them fighting over whether they should turn around or find something to jump. Uncle Josh just sitting under a tree with his hat on his tired, tired with Tim and Malcolm’s arguments.

The thought made Barry snicker, but that didn’t last long.

Barry’s smile fades away, and he could feel the shiver run down his spine as he felt something tug his trousers. It was a light, subtle tug but judging on the things he had witnessed so far, he imagined all the worst scenarios and all the creatures that could be tugging his trousers. Cold sweat formed on his forehead and made its way down his face. Barry slowly moved his hand to find the stake he kept in his pockets. He felt another gentle tug, and a cry escaped his mouth.

Sucking in a breath, he slowly looked down.

“A…monkey?” He said to himself, “It’s a monkey!” He exclaimed and laughed to himself, thanking God it wasn’t a dragon.

The cute, little brown monkey sat near Barry’s feet, looking at him with his big, innocent eyes.

“Hey there bud!” Barry picked up the monkey in his hand, keeping it at a distance, “You appear to be awfully different than the res-” before Barry could finish his sentence, the baby monkey opens his mouth. Barry assumes that the innocent soul might be under the influence of drowsiness until his assumptions are proven wrong. A fiery wave of fire gushes out of the monkey’s mouth.

Getting startled, Barry screams for his life and drops the monkey. Jumping away from him and running behind a giant tree, he sits there to digest what just happened.

“Nope, no way,” Barry jumps away as the monkey waddled near him, “Stay there, you innocent-looking-little-brown-demon!”

The little monkey stood near him with his big eyes filled with innocence. Now that he wasn’t spitting fire, the monkey went back to looking wholesome. Barry started taking steps back away from the monkey. Suddenly, the little chimp turned around and started walking in the opposite direction.

“That’s right, walk away!” Barry shouts from behind as he stands up on his feet again.

Within seconds, the monkey disappeared.

Barry twitched his eyes and looked around. He had a feeling that ‘little demon’ is suddenly going to jump at him. From the corner of his eye, he saw the monkey crawling toward a cave. Barry hadn’t noticed that cave before.

“Maybe it’s a way out!” Barry thought to himself.

He started following the monkey’s step, being alert and making sure he stays at a distance.

Barry’s attention diverts from the monkey as he comes to a halt due to green vines hanging on the other end of the cave. Barry’s sixth sense alerts him not to move forward, but it was almost as though the vines are inviting him to go into this magical spot. Out of curiosity, he removes the vines with his hands to pave his way.

Ahead was an Island, breathtakingly beautiful. The first thing his eyes landed on was the volcanoes that merely looked like a shadow due to the heavy fog and mist. The Island below him was green—entirely green. Big, lost, and forgotten trees had taken over the Island happily.

The whole ground is covered in grass that is long and bright green.

He could see the old Greek architecture right in the middle at afar and the patterns to the streets leading to it and the buildings, geometrical to the last brick. But it wasn’t a ruin; it should be, of course, considering how everything in this Island seemed to be lost and long forgotten. He could notice the statues of gods and goddesses attached to the Greek architecture in the middle. The sculptures, covered in green moss and half gone, but they still looked perfect. And the stone lions looked as if they might spring off their perches any moment.

Everything added to the beauty of the Island. It indeed looked like a long, lost, and forgotten Island. He could see the giant rocks in the size of kitchen tables that are entirely covered in soft, fuzzy, green moss. It almost made the stones look as soft as cotton.

Barry looks at the view before him. The sun cast a luminescent glow over the Island. He could feel the magic in every atom of his being as a kind of sixth sense—it was the magic of the Island. He looked at his surroundings. He stood on a mountain covered with wildflowers and other plants. The flowers—pink, purple, white, and many different colors—added to the Island’s beauty. Some areas large as his hand, and others as small the size of a pencil eraser. He looked closer and start to notice the big mushrooms. The mushrooms were all over the place, on tree trunks, on the rocks, and everywhere else possible.

“This-this is… beautiful.” Barry stuttered.

The little monkey tugged on Barry’s trousers again. This time, Barry didn’t jump. He took a few deep breaths and knelt down,

“So, this is your home?” Barry smiled at the monkey, hoping to God he wouldn’t open his mouth, but the monkey didn’t have to. The Island had something else planned for Barry.

Before Barry could stand on his feet again, he heard purring from the left side of the mountain he was on.

Barry stood up, alerted, and looked at the monkey, “Is that your friend?” He asked, and the monkey just waddled away. “That’s not a good sign…” Barry said to himself and started looking for a place to hide as the ‘purring’ got louder and louder.

He ran and hid behind the vines. Within seconds a rabbit came in front of him. Barry’s mouth got dry as his eyes grew wide in terror.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He whispered, dumbfounded and looking at the white rabbit that stood before him in the size of a giant elephant. Barry examined the gigantic rabbit with red eyes and big, twisted horns. Nibbling onto a carrot, the rabbit turned around to face Barry, but thanks to the vines and darkness in the cave, the rabbit couldn’t see Barry.

Within seconds, the rabbit hopped off. Barry took a sigh of relief.

“Monkeys with fire and huge rabbits, what’s next? Giant spiders?” Barry said to himself and shuddered. Even the thought of spiders made him feel wiggly and to have them double their size? That was a straight up ‘no’ from him.

Barry buckled himself to come out of his safe place but before he could, he comes face to face with a huge red ball like shape with a dot of black in it.

“What is this?” Barry looked at it closely from inside the cave, “Is this- IT MOVED!” Barry yelled and instead of running inside the cave deeper, he jumps out of the cave and falls down near the cliff.

“Uh oh” he whispers to himself as he realizes that ‘huge red ball like shape with a dot of black’ was nothing else than a giant eyeball. Instead of hopping away, the rabbit was looking at Barry from outside the cave.

“Good bu-bunny.” Barry’s voice gets barely audible as he drags his body further away from the rabbit.

The rabbit sat on his feet, looking at Barry.

“You don’t want to hurt me. Trust me, I don’t even have enough meat to feel one part of your stomach,” Barry exclaims but the rabbit seems least interested in eating him.

Instead, the rabbit picks up Barry from his hair and brings him closer to its face. Its huge eyes were big enough to cover Barry’s whole body. The rabbit smells Barry and scrunches its nose.

“That bad, huh?” Barry thinks to himself but keeps his mouth shut.

Within seconds, the rabbit puts Barry down and hops away. But not before turning around and hitting Barry with its leg. Barry gets send flying over to the other side of the cliff before hitting with rocky ground with a huge thud.