“This is weird.” Pointing toward the rocks, Jon said, “These footprints in the sand seem to start over there at rocks, but they end right here in front of us.”
“Not only that,” Jon’s buddy, Steve, said. “But look how far apart they are. It’s like the guy who made them was running.”
“But what could he have been running from?” Jon asked. “This place seems to be deserted. I haven’t seen another soul all day.”
“They’re pretty large footprints,” Steve observed. “They are from a man’s shoes.”
Both young men looked around, concerned that perhaps they weren’t alone on the island.
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