Camic Conway stood at the entrance of the old ruins of a secret community that had survived, even thrived, on a remote island, secreted away from society, and the rest of the world, apparently for centuries. No one had crossed the dilapidated old bridge in centuries, and the surrounding fog, which hid the rotted planks, caused an eerie effect, making Cam reluctant to take the first step into the place that time and seclusion had shaped much differently from the outside world. Hewoc watched the strangely dressed woman from the trees near the old bridge.The jeans and long sleeved shirt looked like what most strangers wore when they came to her home jungle, but there was something different about this stranger, though Hewoc couldn't quite tell what.

Lost World Part 1 Camic Conway Hewoc