The quetzal let out an awful screech and leapt out of Dr. Limke’s hand, but before it flew out, the quetzal struck the tip of her finger with a single peck. As if by magic, the storm dissipated as the menacing creature escaped into the forest. Disturbed by the actions from this wild fiend, she did not even consider treating the wound it had caused her. However, as soon as she set foot inside her faculty suite, she felt a wave of dizziness and nausea, causing her to gracefully fall onto her king-sized bed. Obviously confused, she grabbed the mango off of the bedside table and took a single bite from the juicy fruit, thus contaminating it’s sweet nectar. While passing out of consciousness, she struggled to return the mango back to its place on the table, but instead she misses her target and the mango rolls out the door of her room.
As Paul left his room to check on the girls, he noticed this seemingly innocent mango lying on the floor. “Bazinga!” Paul exclaimed. “Who would waste this delicious treat?” Unfortunately for our group members, the bite hid from his current view. He picked it up and put it on a nearby table for the others to enjoy. Slowly, each girl unsuspectingly helped herself to a part of this fruit until it was devoured. The sickness from the contaminated mango did not take long for the students to feel the effects. Within minutes, sounds could be heard of the girls emptying out the contents of their stomachs. In an attempt to escape this overwhelming plague, Dr. Wright and Paul retreated to the bedroom with gusto.
With the lightning knocking out the electricity, communication was not possible. All hope was lost. The girls wandered about the residence as the evil virus consumed them. Again, the situation was bleak for the last two men – Ronnie and Pablo. In a single moment of silence between the expulsion of stomachs and cries from the last two survivors, an explosion erupted from the entrance of the cabin. BOOM! Mr. Anderson broke down the hinges of the door as if he was The One to save the day. Joseph Garcia swung through the door with his Yo-Yo on the upmost beam and in midflight, flipped seven times over Mr. Anderson, without spilling a single drop from his Pepsi. Blake Jordan, being the Renaissance Man that he is, strolls in with ascot, top hat, cane, and all. Triumphantly, Michael Lunn enters, and like Rafiki, holds the key to their salvation – The Sloth.
Through its milk, the gallant men are able to cure this plague that has spread through the house. They rush up the stairs to Dr. Limke’s side. She pleads for them to rescue the others first, but they know in their hearts that they need her letter of recommendation. After administering the therapy and making sure she is all well, the incredible fellowship of extraordinary beings tend to the needs of the now sick and weakened group members. Hope was restored. Salvation brought. All thanks to the four, heroic males.
A day later, Dr. Wright and Paul James were found shivering and clinging to each other as if holding on for dear life.
– Blake Jordan, Joseph Garcia, Matt Anderson, and Michael Lunn