He gathers sticks and other flamable materials as he walks around the remote island. It's pretty quiet because no one is talking to each other. The only noise that can be heard as the seagulls squacking and the waves crashing onto each other with mighty force Ugh... Trevor groans to himself as he picks up a shell. It has a very unique pattern. I wish we weren't stuck here. He mutters under his breath but tries to make himself feel better. It's fine. I'll survive! He puffs his chest out
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