Hentai Horror Survival Island - Guarding Herself (NSFW)

[thymoit]

Debbie passed within two yards of the pod that held Elodie, but the pod hid Elodie from view and muffled her struggles against the tentacle vines that held her.

Debbie searched in what seemed like the most likely direction and found no sign of Eloise. The heiress she had been assigned to protect had vanished leaving Debbie no one to guard but herself. Also the dire wolves that had attacked so suddenly were still out there. Would the bodies of one human and King satisfy them?

What would Debbie do now?

 

[Rising Of The Moon]

She searched and searched, but it was as if the earth had swallowed Elodie up. There was neither sign nor sound, no matter where she looked, no matter that she started to become hoarse from calling for the girl. Eventually Debbie had to accept that she had failed her ward. There was no point in stumbling aimlessly through the jungle. She stopped, wiped the sweat of her brow and tried to orient herself.

She had to get back to the coast, and back to the others. The wolves should have had their fill. And even if not, alone she had more options to evade or fight them while when she had to protect Elodie. But the raft was important. It was their shelter, it helf their food, water, medical and all other supplies. Clearly, their current site was too dangerous. But the waves had calmed a bit. She could pull it to shore, row into deep water, then follow the coast. Hopefully she'd find signs of the others. And even if not, she'd take the risk of drifting over the beasts that clearly lived on this island.

 

[thymoit]

Debbie was able to find the raft. She also found human remains on a beach. From the scraps of fabric and hair the pile of bones had been Tony once. The teeth marks on the shattered bones made it clear that the dire wolves had gotten her as well. Fortunately the wolves seemed to have no interest in the liferaft. Debbie now had enough food and supplies to feed a dozen people for two days as well as assorted rescue gear. It did mean that moving the raft was a bit more difficult for one person than Debbi anticipated. However, about two hours of determined effort and she managed to drag the raft into the ocean. Once at sea she was able to paddle, but she soon faced another challenge. The waves and current were pushing her toward the island and north. She had to paddle hard just to hold position. That left her with a choice.

Should she paddle for the reef? The tide seemed to be high. She could cross it and reach the ocean. Or she could just stay close to shore and just paddle enough to stay at sea. Then she could let the waves push her northward and see what she might see along the shore.

 

[Rising Of The Moon]

Debbie had no intention to leave this island. Dangerous as it was, it was also the obvious place for any rescue crew to check out, whereas there was no guarantee that anyone would find her if she was randomly drifting through the ocean. That, and she didn't want to leave the others behind. She hadn't found any signs of Kenrda, Mikoto or Zoey, which gave her hope. es, the wolves had also dragged Tammy away, but they had left an obvious trail of blood and drag marks on the ground. The others might have escaped. Of course, she didn't have any idea where they might have gone.
She had left a note at the former site, bound to a palmtree at head hight with some fishing tack alongside the aluminum wrapper of a food pack - it should be visible enough. It just said that she had lost Elodie, that she was taking the raft slong the shore, and to make something to attract attention if anyone found a safe place - a smokey fire, for example. Debbie had ignited one of the signal flares at the former site - it would burn for a while, and the coloured smoke would be easily visible.

For now, she kept her distance to the beach, conserved her strength, and let the waves carry her north as she scanned the beach. If she needed rest, she could deploy the rafts sea anchor.

 

[thymoit]

Debbie was able to drift northward for a while without much effort on her part. It was a big island. There were mountains in the interior and lots of jungle. She didn't see any signs of the cleared space that farming or construction would create so it seemed uninhabited. Maybe because of the giant wolves. However, after a little while she spotted something clearly man-made. She came to a rocky peninsula that extended out into the sea and at the end of the peninsula several stone columns and arches of the Greek style stood pointing up at the sky. There seemed to be a pattern to them. From the sea it was hard to tell if they had once supported a building or were simply decorative. There did appear to be some more structures on the ground, but whether they were someplace that would provide shelter or not she just couldn't tell. There might even be people living there. She would have to go and see for herself to find out.

 

[Rising Of The Moon]

The old ruins certainly drew her interest, and Debbie started rowing to shore. There might be shelter, or even people. It might tell her more about this place. Even if none of that was true, it was an interesting landmark, and the others would hopefully come check it out if they spotted it.
But she was careful. She took her time with the approach, observing the ruins from afar for somewhile before she came closer. Nor did she fully land the raft. Instead she unboarded at she and swam to shore with the long line still attached to the raft, which she secured on the rocky shore. Only then began Debbie exploring the place.

 

[thymoit]

The columns did have the feeling of a having once been part of a structure. An old structure. Some of them were clearly fallen. While they had looked like carved stone from a distance, up close they looked more like they had been poured from concrete. Although the stone had a lot of shells in it rather than gravel like concrete would. Even with the collapsed pillars it was an impressive place. At the end of the peninsula where the land met the sea stood what was either a stone table or an altar. The base of the altar was underwater and the whole thing rested in a shallow pool. Perhaps it had once been above land, but the sea was gradually claiming the peninsula. The altar was made of the same stone-like material with the shells embedded within it. There were some objects on the altar, but Debbie would need to wade through the pool to get close enough to examine what those objects might be.