Cara’s eyes widened. “You’re right! Do you think it’s your parents?”
I felt weird at those words. It made me scared and sick feeling, but I tried to convince myself with every ounce of my brain that I wasn’t feeling like that at all-I shouldn’t not trust my parents at a few unnerving discoveries . . .
Then I realized that the idea of it being them was ridiculous anyway. They couldn’t have gotten here before us, cleaned up the whole island for no apparent reason, and then avoided us when we toured the paths. It didn’t make sense.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think it was them.”
“Autumn, then?” Cara suggested.
“No-it has to be more than one person, and people who have been here a while.”
“Then who . . .”
We glanced around, half expecting someone to jump out and seize us or something scary like that.
However, nobody did. And there was no giveaway evidence, either, like footsteps, or giant plant leaves rustling, or eyes peering at us from behind a thick palm tree. The only sound was the waves lapping against the sand and the wind rushing past our ears.
I sat down hard on a nearby rock. “This is creepy. It doesn’t even make sense-”
The rock abruptly slid forward, cutting me off in the middle of my sentence. Somehow it was a smooth motion, without the rock even rolling as it carried me a few feet away from Cara.
“Whoa!” Cara called behind me.
I whipped around, jumping to my feet.
Behind the rock, a steel staircase led into a dark tunnel. No way.
I’d just discovered another secret passage.
“I guess that’s where the other people are,” Cara observed.
Then I realized something. “Although, that might not be such a bad thing.”
Cara looked curious. Then she lit up with realization as well. “That’s true! I bet they’ll help us get back home…” she glanced at me. “That is, if you want to go home…”
“No, I do,” I assured her. “I’d rather face my parents than die on a island, believe me.”
Invigorated by this new hope of survivial, I practically flew down the stairs, eagerly searching for any signs of living human beings. My sandy feet tracked bits of yellow-white specks on the perfectly clean steps-I thought for a second about trying to get it off but decided finding people was the higher priority.
However, at the end of the tunnel was a solid, off-white wall with a light bulb protruding from the middle. “What the-” I muttered, confused.
Cara peered at it from over my shoulder. “It can’t be just a wall,” she concluded incredulously.
“Well, I guess it can,” I replied, waving a hand in its direction a tad forcefully. After all, this wasn’t some Secret-Passage Landia where we could just tap the wall three times, spin around and clap our hands and it would swing open like an ordinary door. There weren’t even any hinges or anything-it couldn’t be anything but the hope-crushing wall it was.
“Oh, come on, who would bother build a staircase on some remote island unless it led to something?” Cara pointed out to me, a little testily. If I wasn’t feeling all my excitement shatter, I probably wouldn’t have blamed her for getting annoyed at my constant pessimistic attitude. But I was, and I was in no mood for agreeing with her-or anyone, for that matter.
“Some jerk might have,” I replied bitterly.
Cara frowned. Slipping past me, she examined the wall carefully. The oddly placed light flickered slightly every once and a while. I watched my shadow darken and lighten again as I attempted to come up with some plan to get food or water or escape the island. Nothing came to me except writing SOS in the sand for helicopters, but even that was likely to fail since the beach didn’t stretch long enough to write letters someone way up could read. Besides, would any aircraft even come over this way? So far I hadn’t heard any fly by, and the island was too small for it to be very likely that one would fly close enough-wherever it might be going.
I frowned, extremely discouraged.
A piercing noise shattered my dismal thoughts. I jumped back, startled.
Cara glanced back at me, a guilty, sheepish expression on her slightly cut face.
Behind her, the wall had broken into a million pieces like glass and scattered across the floor. By some miracle, the light bulb was still on, but it flickered more fiercely than before.
“Woops,” Cara said, peering at the various chunks of wall apprehensively.
Then we saw what was behind the wall. It wasn’t just a bunch of dirt and plant roots like I expected. Instead, before us was the entrance to what looked like some sort of club hangout. The room was rather round, with several numbered doors branching out of it. A couple bean bag chairs, all shades of blue, sat in their deformed heaps in a corner, Xbox remotes resting comfortably on top. My eyes shifted to the huge, curved TV facing the bean bag chairs. It hadn’t been turned off, and appeared to be on one of those dark killing games I prefered not to play. Next to the TV, a several square containers held video games and movies piled up inside them so not another single one could fit.
In another corner was a snack bar, heaped with piles of popcorn, potato chips, candy bars, pretzels, fruit, doughnuts, cinnamon rolls, and even a tiny refrigerator full of little ice cream containers showed its food invitingly. Next to it a bookshelf rose even above the mammoth TV, full to bursting with novels of every kind.
Cara and I stepped inside, gaping at everything.
“Wow,” Cara breathed.
“What is this place?” I asked, feeling it was a rhetorical question under the circumstances but wanting an answer anyway.
I smiled, even though we still hadn’t found anybody. We had discovered shelter, and food-while it was mostly junk food, it was still sustenance and far better than nothing.
And the place just felt so warm and inviting.
Decorated in that calming beach-theme I always wished my room could have, it corresponded with its scenic location. A sandy off-white rug brushed the remaining bits sand bits off my feet. Paintings and pictures of starfish, seashells, and the ocean hung artfully on the walls. Wall stickers of palm trees and other tropical plants I recognized from my twig-hunt hike crept up the walls, and living replicas sprouted from pots scattered in random clumps around the room and over the bookcase.
“Nice find, Sofie,” Cara said to me, eyes lighting up brilliantly with excitement. “Let’s see what’s behind the other doors!”
Cara rushed towards one, but something held me back.”I think someone’s in here, Cara,” I said, glancing at the still-on television.
Cara looked perplexed and incredulous. “I know. Didn’t you want to find people?”
“Ya, but-” I had the odd feeling whoever might be down here wasn’t going to be too thrilled we’d broken into their secret hideout-or whatever this was supposed to be. After all, it was hidden under a rock and protected by a solid (well, now destroyed) wall! What more evidence did we need?
Cara frowned briefly, shrugged, then resumed her door-opening expedition.
The first door (marked 5A) swung open, and Cara exclaimed gleefully, “No way! And indoor pool with a waterslide! And, wait-is that a-and a hot tub!” She reluctantly closed the door to move to the next one.
“Someone’s going to be behind one of those, you know,” I warned, disapprovingly walking over to Cara.
“Of course,” Cara said, waving a hand with no concern whatsoever. “Like there wouldn’t be anyone in the pool. I saw a few people swimming laps, and one girl in the hot tub.”
I relaxed a bit at the people’s apparent nonchalance at Cara’s visit, but still felt a bit worried.
The next few doors were all meeting rooms. They, like the main room, seemed extremely cozy, unlike the stiff office-style rooms I’d seen on the attic computer with Autumn.
“Ugh, another boring one,” Cara groaned. “Next door!”
“C’mon, Cara, let’s not barge into all them, ok?” I requested unavailingly.
“There’s only two more,” Cara said.
I sighed, giving up, and turned back to the main room. To my surprise, the entrance wall thing had somehow reassembled into a solid object blocking our exit. I apprehensively scanned the room for any key out or something, and something intriguing caught my eye.
On the rug were the same letters I’d seen in the attic and basement of my house-CDA.
My heart beat fast. Where was I?
“Well, looks like the little infiltrators find themselves stuck,” a cold, mocking voice mused. My head head jerked up from looking at the rug to where the entrance was, where now a man stood with his arms crossed and a wide, peircing eyes contrasting oddly with a horrible, smug smile.
I jumped back, startled.