Who: Kate and Open
What: Memory
Where: Beach, Jungle, etc. (she’s moving)
When: Morning of the next day

Things seemed to be going as well as possible; Kate and Juliet had gotten into a bit of a routine, walking through and around the carnage. Kate went around to everyone, in an attempt to calm the growing fear on the survivors’ faces.

It felt odd that she was in a leadership role; it was familiar, yet off. She wasn’t the leader, wasn’t meant to be.

Deciding to explore, she began walking into the jungle. A huge wave of déjà vu hit her as she walked over the familiar territory. All the hairs on her arm stood on end, tiny chill bumps covered her slender body. She’d been here before. Gulping, she turned almost running back to the beach.

“There are caves,” she began to the group assembling before her, I think we should check them out.