Dreams 1/2

The further and harder we looked for sign of life.
THe more and more rewarded we were for looking.
We found what seemed to be a cave where a wealthy person of some sort used to live.
Seemed like a ntural limestone cave with some sort of intricate but huge solar panel system perched in the canopy of the rainforest.
We found empty bird cages, fish tanks, terrariums, ponds, beds, stoves, a hydroponics system a broken water wheel where a creek ran past the side of the cave.
It was as if this was someone's hide out when the war began.
Now abadoned, me and ritchie decided to head on to find our family since this place served us no use unless we were to stay here.

After 9 kilometers we stopped to boil some water we collected from a river before and to rehydrate and rest ourselves before heading out to the beach again.
As we sat down and took our packs off, ritchie realized we we had bene sitting on...
A trail.....
A trail left by at least three people.
Soon as it hit us, Ritchie and I grabbed our packs and hauled them on our shoulders and trecked towards the beach where we found not three, but ten of them.
My god were we relieved to find first their shoes and shirts on the outskirts of the sandy beach, but all of them having a dip in the warm water.
I could see Junior and Tracy diving off the flat sandstone shelves on the far side of the beach while Grandma, Aunt Vanessa and Aunt Lisa walked towards the kids collecting shells. Uncle jeffrey struggled to get a fire going by using what was left of his flint from his lighter. Victoria, Janice and Rachelle all sitting on the soft fine sand letting the luke warm salt water slowly cover their legs in sand after every wave that gently brushed over their legs.
Ritchie and I couldn't believe our eyes!
After the whol day of searching before, why didn't we see them?
We searched the entire island....except for the cave...
Before I could even open my mouth Ritchie had already dropped his pack with the pile of shoes and shirts and ran towards grandma and the women, I followed Ritchie and ran towards the women being greeted in hugs and shouts of joy and the kids saw us from the sandstone shelves and ran towards us too.

They were glad to see us, thats for sure.
But they weren't glad to see us in uniform.
They weren't glad to see us searching for them...