User blog:Tesla Man/WikiLost - E17 - The Road Ahead

Welcome back to WikiLost! This is the season 3 premier. To catch up on the series, check out my recap page which provides summaries of each episode and does a pretty fine job at it if i do say so myself. Just as an update and a testament to how far we've come, the Word document that holds my story currently has 87 pages and 36k words. That either means I'm hella dedicated or have absolutely no life. Just a heads up, these upcoming episodes will be relatively slow paced because they'll be more society based and less action and drama based. So anyways, here's Season 3!

Barry slid the razor down his face, the shaving cream sliding with it as he removed the shadow that was appearing on his face from the week. 7 months ago they had found the shaving kit in the Four Stars camp, and they’ve been making quite the use of it. Everyone was cleanly shaven, their hair was trimmed, and they looked fresh. Barry took hold of a buzz cut, his long curly hair wasn’t helping in the summertime, the bright rays of sun beating down on his hair made him twice as tired. Jason cut is hair short too, with a little bit of hair in the front which naturally stood up, and he shaved his face as well. Max shaved his head and kept the facial hair, making him look older than his actual age of 44.

Barry washed out the razor in a tub of water and pulled out a pair of scissors from the kit. He slid it up close to the side of his face and caught the bandage in the blade. He clipped down and continued the action until he could unravel his bandages. That was another reason he cut his hair, the bandages stuck to his hair every night, and it was a pain taking it off every morning having to unstick it from his hair. He tossed the bandages into a bag in the corner of the building and looked in the reflective steel that was hanging from the brick wall. He pulled the bandana over his head and over his scarred and bloodied eye socket and tied a knot in the back. He turned to face the door and stepped out of his house.

All around him, people were working, carrying in loads of fruit and meat in wheelbarrows they had constructed. The wooden wall was sturdy; ten feet tall and two logs wide, with breaks in it in the front and back of camp for entry and exit. It had been completed for about six months now, and the west wing was in preparation to be demolished as the group continued to replace tents with brick houses. There definitely wasn’t enough space for the group of forty, plus the recreational building being built like a church at Father Nick’s request, Bathrooms, and a new laboratory for the scientists at the camp. At the moment, 15 extra houses were built, and three more were under construction. It took about a month or two to complete a house; to bake the four hundred bricks, to construct the foundation, to set up the wooden frame, and to top it off with a metal plate roof from the airplane. They were running out of the metal, the plane was almost stripped entirely of its shell, so they began building the roofs with logs that were cut into flat edges.

Barry walked past the armory, a small shack with a heavy lock around it that was filled with the pistols, machine guns, rifles, snipers, and the single panzerfaust. The group had resorted to spear hunting to conserve bullets, and with no sign of Community in the past half year, the group found it best to keep passive. Max was in charge of it, he kept it locked and stood guard of it every night. His house was right outside of it, so any commotion was easily heard from his two roomed home. Max was the only person in Database to carry a gun. A pistol, which he kept on his side at all times. He had acquired a habit of constantly patting his side to make sure it was still there. He’s only needed to use it once, and that was to shoot a boar that had attacked Reignic.

Barry passed Jason and patted him on the back. He was sitting in his wheelchair at one of the tables, with a pen in hand working on a map of the island. He had been working on the map for about a month now, and every other day Lexi would go scout and retrieve data. He did it to find a way off the island. Unlike the rest of the camp, Jason didn’t accept life on the island and he knew there was a way off. Evol told them about a radio station somewhere on the island that Community finally was able to make work just before it was dissolved and Jason saw this as their way out.

Evol was kept in the old laboratory up the mountainside, within the dark brick room Reignic locked himself in for months. Reignic wore sunglasses, his eyes never adjusted to the sunlight so his vision was terrible and direct contact with the sun could blind him. Evol was kept chained, Lexi would bring him food twice a day and interrogate him once a week, and so far, the only information they got from him was about the radio station. Evol was playing his cards well, never giving away too much information to save his own life. If he were to tell all of his secrets, he would definitely be killed out of lack of usefulness. Lexi cared for his hand which Max removed from him the night Captain died, but never gave him priority health care.

Lexi was pregnant, she never told anybody, and everybody thought she had had sex with somebody on the island, but she knew. She had been raped countless times when Lucidus took over. He never let anybody else rape her, acting like she was some sort of treat, and by the end of their captivity, she would’ve been surprised if she wasn’t pregnant. He said she reminded him of Negative, her new tan skin and curved body turned him animalistic, and Lexi grew sick every time he pulled her into a tent and slid her bra off over her head. Not because she knew what was coming, after time, it didn’t hurt anymore, but because when he did it, he closed his eyes, and she couldn’t imagine what he was imagining what he was doing to Negative in his mind. She never told anybody, she acted as confused as anybody, and Barry took special interest in her case.

As far as ranks go, Jason assumed the leader position, reminiscent of the first week of the plane crash, and he was doing a fine job at it. His limited mobility didn’t give him many options as to how to benefit the community in comparison to everybody else, so naturally he took the job so everybody else could be beneficial. He’d never told anybody about who he was before the plane crash, much like Max, he preferred to keep that a secret in the event he returns home. To be honest, Jason wasn’t a leader, he had no qualities of being a leader before he crashed on this island, and he was a truck driver. His parents kicked him out and he dropped out of high-school. Education wise he was a failure and economically he was far from successful. He had been fired several times for picking fights with other truck drivers despite his non-threatening appearance, but he had a big mouth, but now, something switched in him and he became a leader. For some reason the anger went away, the stupidity left his body and he was now some intelligent being who somehow know how to lead a group of forty.

Barry was leader of the farm wing of the camp. He helped grow the food from the fertile ground the island presented to him, and he taught people how to domesticate the boars. The process of domestication was slow, but within five months he had won over the savage beasts. After a while of feeding them, Barry would take them out in private and butcher them and take them into camp. A boar was a specialty meal, maybe only once a month or two, in the meantime they grew mangos and pineapples using seeds they collected from the jungle. While they farmed, every two days, Matt took a group the half mile to the shore and fished. They had built a small raft, not made for distance travel but made specifically for getting deeper out into the water for fishing. They made oars out of palm branches and used bamboo rods to form the platform the group stood on, carrying their net and dragging it behind them to catch fish. Over all there was a system for food production. Unless you were a child or an elder you had a role in the society.