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Trent 's Fourth Day At The Resort

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The next morning would mark the beginning of Trent’s sixth day at The Resort, and something was off. Not only did Trent sleep in longer than usual, but he had very peculiar dreams the night before, and felt slightly groggy. Or was he hungover? He hadn’t had too much to drink at the bonfire the night before. After showering and getting dressed, Trent walked to the local market to get some bread and jam to bring on the hike. The market wasn’t a market in the traditional sense, because there was no money required, but there was an attendant who marked what it was that you took. That morning, there was no attendant. The market was practically abandoned. Trent thought that strange but managed to grab what he needed anyhow. Walking past …show more content…

“Yah, you know. Twice a week. Don’t you go?” Michael asked. Trent remembered what the governor had told him on his first day; how he would not be required to go. Trent did not want to admit that to his friends, so he merely nodded in acknowledgment. “You know what. I wonder if people get sick and then are sent home without a word?” Alice asked. That idea did seem probable. The small group ended up going on their hike, perhaps just to take their minds off things and get some fresh air. At the peak of the mountain, the view of the Paradise Planet was stunning. The island was surrounded by water as far as the eye could see, but the colors were not as vibrant as they had been the day that Trent arrived. The rest of that day had been more low-key than Trent was used to, and almost a tad boring. The group didn’t do any more activities, and he hadn’t heard word yet about where some of the friends had gone. Feeling tense and slightly eerie, Trent stepped onto his balcony to look around. No, he wasn’t going out of his mind. There were fewer people on the beach, the birds were not singing as loudly, and The Resort was colder in temperature. He went to bed early that night. Much earlier than he had before. Trent just didn’t feel right. A pounding on Trent’s door in the middle of the night awoke him from his sleep. Groggy and disoriented, he stumbled to the doors of his room and opened them slightly to see who it might be. “Hello?” Trent said with a hoarse voice.

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