Nuevo final señor de las moscas

They had been on the islán for many days, ilusions were already a part of they essencial thoughts however they still fthighting for treir lives.
They hadnt seen the beast since the night of theattack .

The glasses were broken so they couldnt manage to start another FIRE So there they were, standing in the middle of night, cold, frightened, hungry and hopeless. The only ship that has everpassed couldnt saw them and thats when they actuáis realized they were gong t stay there for a loooong time if dindt manage to let their crativity flow and do something in order to get out of there,Jack was sitting behind the pigs head, thinking when suddenly heard a noise….
What was tthat. -Who s there?, he asked….none answer so he thought it might have been another disgusting animal, butthen… He felt the deep Storong breath on the back of his head, Jack turned as fast as a Lightning and what he saw!, there was a dark red path that semms to go deep inside the forest, blood, it wasblood. There was no way in hell he would go on his own so he decided to tell Ralph, Piggy and Simon.
At first when he told them, they wouldnt relieve a word, they were on a desert islán in the middle ofthe ocean, there was no way there couldd be someone else in there, and even worse…. Someone that could have left a track of blood. “Yes, it might not make sense beacuase we are all tired and hungry butmaybe there is someone else in these in this islán and we are ignoring it” he kept on explaining till Simon decided he was gong with him.

When Simon and Jack arrived were the track was theynoticed big, huge footprints on the dirt …. AND THEY SCARED THE BVYUWBYRU OUT OF THEM. -Footprints, human footprints, Jack exclaimed as Simon was jumping all round, jumping as a shock response and not as inhappy. Definetly, they were not alone, and even worse the human that had left the blood track was not being friendly at all. -He must be a wild man from the forest, with no maners we should leave...