Four days since last contact with the outside world. We had arrived safely at San Gerardo de Dota to what seemed like any other day in paradise. Trees glimmered in the sunlight; the air was filled with the quetzals’ song, yet paradise was short lived, for a dark cloud loomed over the mountainside. By nightfall, the first of it had begun and our lives would be forever changed. If we had known what would happen, we would never have come. This is the story of the survivor tribe.
In the beginning, our tribe was 18 strong, 12 girls and 6 men. Being adventurous, to gain a bearing of our new environment, the four male students valiantly set out on a quest for the Holy Quetzal. Thus, placing them in the wild for a day. Therefore, leaving the girls unprotected and vulnerable to the true nature of the San Gerardo valley.
The storm had just settled in over the camp. The loud impact of the lightning hitting the transformer not only knocked out the power but also produced an earsplitting girlish squeal of terror. Dr. Limke rushed Dr. Wright outside to console him. In the midst of the chaos, a ray of sunshine revealed the emerald coat of the Holy Quetzal. Leaving her in awe, Dr. Limke extended her arms to the heavens, because she knew that the rarity of the quetzal was a sign of hope; hope that they would safely return home. The quetzal gracefully descended right into her palm.
As she looked into its sinister eyes, she realized that she had made a horrible mistake…
TO BE CONTINUED
– Blake Jordan, ]oseph Garcia, Matt Anderson, and Michael Lunn
SNU Psychology 