The roar of the storm was mixed with the screams of the madmen. The small island was shaking under the violence, and the people who had escaped with their lives were also shaken.
Their eyes were being beaten by the wind and rain, and they could vaguely see something that looked like a mirage.
Everything around them was distorted, like a person with severe myopia who had lost his glasses and then put them back on. The illusion and the real world gradually overlapped. The distortion of space seemed to have brought them to another world, or perhaps this was the original appearance of this place.
"Oh my God..."
"Where are we?"
"Is this the island that Jack Wales mentioned?"
When everyone's vision became clear, there was a sudden exclamation.
The storm had stopped, and the scenery around them was different. It was no longer the small island that they could see with a single glance. It was not clear whether it was an island or a continent because there were hills in the distance, and in front of them was a wasteland with sparse vegetation.
The place they were in had become a black swamp by the coast. The scene that Wales had described was all in front of them, and the stench was also in the air. There were a few lifeboats stranded, and there were all kinds of corpses, fish corpses, beasts corpses, and...
The people who had died in the waves earlier, their corpses were half exposed in the black mud. Their heads and upper bodies were rotting, as if they had been bitten by something.
But the faces of these people were still vaguely recognizable. Their bulging eyes were filled with the great fear of death, and no one knew what they had faced.
"No, Elena! No... "Someone's scream broke the silence. It was Cullen Douglas, a member of the British. He was not in charge of guarding the coast, but his girlfriend and a few of his close friends were now half-rotted corpses standing there.
Such panicked and uncontrollable screams rang out around them. Cullen Douglas was not the only one who had lost his lover and friend.
At a glance, there were at least dozens of corpses.
Even if they were the elites of the elites, they were still human. Such a psychological impact had exceeded the endurance of some people... Less than five minutes ago, everyone was still talking and laughing together, and in the blink of an eye, they had become like this... Death had suddenly descended upon them.
"It's you, bastard!" Cullen Douglas's face was flushed with anger. He swung his fist at Gu Jun. "Why didn't you say so earlier!"
The swamp slowed him down. Before he could swing his fist, Gu Jun's fist landed on the man's face. "Hold him down!"
Cullen Douglas almost collapsed from the punch. The people around him gasped in shock. This Gu Jun sure was ruthless …
Xue Ba, Malachite, and the rest of the men rushed forward to hold down the man who was screaming and screaming uncontrollably. Gu Jun said darkly, "Uncle Dan, give me a tranquilizer!"
Almost all of the Problematic Team's resources had been saved. The few first aid boxes were still there. They contained a large amount of medication for mental illness. Uncle Dan grabbed the syringe and injected them with Valium.
Lou Xiaoning anxiously scolded them in Chinese, "Didn't I tell you? I told you to bring fewer people to the hotel. Just now, I told you all to come higher up. Did anyone listen? So many people have died, and we did not want that! But this is not our fault. "Kathlyn translated what Peacock said into English.
The Shearing Demons were silent. The British team only had three members left. They had no idea what to do. "Then what are you going to do?"
"Oh, oh!" cried Cullen Douglas again, and then he began to cry again, like a wild animal.
"He needs to calm down." Gu Jun was careful with his wording. He did not say things like 'mental breakdown and need to be controlled by drugs' because in the current situation, that would be a psychological cue to others. It could easily lead to the collapse of those who were already on the verge of mental breakdown.
After Uncle Dan filled the syringe, Gu Jun accepted the syringe. He pulled up the British man's right sleeve and injected it into the vein on the inside of the man's forearm.
He did not blame Cullen Douglas for losing control. The man had just lost too much. If he was in Gu Jun's shoes, he would have broken down.
There were quite a number of doctors and psychiatrists around them. They understood what was going on and they hurried to tend to their teammates.
Obviously, there was more than one person who needed medication. Their weapons were taken away and they were given tranquilizers. These people might suffer from PTSD. If they survived this ordeal, they would need to go through a lot of therapy. But no matter what, this was not the time to panic.
After three minutes of the tranquilizer, Cullen Douglas calmed down. He stopped screaming like he had lost his soul. When the doctors asked him how he was feeling, he only shook his head. The others who were injected with the tranquilizer were in the same state.
At the same time, the captains and vice-captains led those who were in better condition to salvage the supplies and do a headcount.
When the headcount was done, everyone sighed. There were 172 people who landed on the island, but now only 109 survived.
In the space twisting storm, 63 people had died. Of the 109, 17 had suffered mental breakdown, so only 92 could move.
On the other hand, all 25 members of Phecda had survived and were in good condition. They were the only team that had not suffered any casualties.
"What do we do with the bodies?" Bell asked Gu Jun, "How are we going to get them out?"
Now, everyone understood that it was better to listen to what Gu Jun and his group had to say first.
There were only 45 bodies found so 18 of them were actually missing. Perhaps they were at the bottom of the swamp or somewhere else. The bodies were all stuck in the swamp from waist to waist. It was not easy to get them out but it was not like they could do anything about it.
This was because they had temporarily chosen to set up their base on the adjacent plain. If they did not clean up, the bodies would continue to cause them psychological stress.
The reason they did not set up camp elsewhere was because this was the spot where the lifeboats were stranded. Jack Wales used to be safe here. After he escaped, he used this spot to return to his original world.
'What kind of place is this? '
Gu Jun had no idea but he was sure this was not Dreamlands.
Not only did they feel different, but their guns, weapons, supplies, and other things were still there. Not a single item on them was missing. This was an alternate dimension.
The sea, the swamp, the plains, the hills, these different environments were naturally connected.
They had brought the original and photocopies of Jack Wales' information. It said that they had to travel west for 4 days before they reached the highest hill. There was a river that flowed through the other side of the hill. The stone tablet with the strange words and carvings was on the other side of the hill. Dagon was there as well.
With such a large place, such a long time, and so many sick people, plus the radio equipment was still working, they needed a base camp. They split into two teams, one to guard the camp and the other to head to the hill.
'Is this really the way? ' Gu Jun looked around and pondered silently.
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