The team moved quickly over the sandy surface of the Island, each of them were in great shape, and they covered a lot of land between them, each of them running between different parts of the Island before meeting back at a set meeting point. After a few hours had gone by, they met back at the camp, but none of them had found the boy they were searching for: Sonny.

"Anyone see any sign of him?" Mark asked.

Kyle wiped the sweat from his brow. "Nothing to the West."

Megan shook her head. "Nothing to the East either."

"And I couldn't find anything to the North," Mark said. "So I guess there's only one direction left for us to go."

And with that, the team headed south. The sun was shining down on them, and the heat was exhausting, so their pace slowed slightly as they walked in the baking warmth. Megan was beginning to doubt that they would ever find this kid, from the information they had been given, he didn't really look like the type of guy who could survive a boat crash, let alone make his way to a nearby Island and survive for this long on his own. She had been on two search missions with Mark and Kyle previously; one had been a success, the other a failure. This was a job that sometimes ended in tragedy, but Megan was glad she was out here, putting her skills to use where they were needed most.

After some time, Mark suddenly signalled for them to stop and he, Kyle and Megan crouched down behind some green bushes.

"What is it?" Kyle asked.

"Take a look..." Mark parted the bushes and pointed at something in the distance.

Megan followed Mark's gaze, and gasped in shock as she laid eyes upon what appeared to be a large community of wooden huts and houses. All of them seemed to be constructed from palm trees, but were expertly crafted. Throughout the small town, there were structures that looked like bars and restaurants and the scent of food lingered in the air.

"Mmm..." Kyle said, sniffing the air. "Smells good."

"What have we stumbled on here?" Mark asked in disbelief. "Some sort of holiday resort?"

"It certainly wasn't on the maps, somebody would have said something...this looks like some forgotten community," Megan said.

"Let's head in and have a look, the place seems deserted..." Mark said.

The team rose to their feet and walked into the village. Megan could not see a single person around, but the smell of food in the air and the pristine condition of the huts indicated that people were still living here. She didn't like this.

"Mmmmmffff....foooooooood..."

The team froze in their tracks as they heard a deep voice call out from behind them. Megan spun around, expecting to see someone, but the streets were still empty.

"It must have come from one of these huts..." Mark said.

"Maybe everybody's asleep?" Kyle suggested.

"Fooooooooood..."

This time, Megan was able to detect where the sound had come from. She lead Mark and Kyle on a path between the huts until they reached a large, circular structure in the very centre of the town.

"I think it came from in here," Megan said.

Slowly, Mark stepped forward, pushing open the wooden door to the hut and taking a step inside. Kyle and Megan moved in after him. The room was dimly lit, and as they stepped in, they heard a loud rumbling noise.

"Hello...is anyone here?" Mark asked.

"Kate...is...that...you?" The deep voice asked. "N...need...food."

As they stepped forward, the group finally saw who was speaking. On the far side of the room, residing on a vast, king sized bed that barely supported his enormous girth, was the fattest man they had ever seen. His gigantic body occupied most of the hut, while his fat belly seemed to bulge out towards them. Megan took a cautious step backwards, horrified by the size of the mountain like man before them.

"What the hell..." Mark surveyed the giant ball of blubber. "I've never seen anyone so...fat."

"Faaaaaaat..." The giant man groaned, his tree trunk sized arms rubbing his massive flabby gut eagerly.

"I can't believe it...maybe everyone on the Island is this size?" Megan suggested.

"Guys...doesn't he look familiar to you?" Kyle asked.

"What do you mean? Friends of yours Kyle?" Mark smirked.

"No...look at his face...this is the guy we came to find. This is Sonny!" Kyle exclaimed in shock.

It took Megan a moment, but she suddenly realised the truth as well. His facial features, thick with blubber though they were, were recognisable as the fresh faced young teenager they had come to find. But that boy had been skinny...not this massive mound of fat!

"What the hell happened to you kid?" Mark asked.

Sonny only moaned in response, seemingly unable to answer a simple question in his heavily fattened state.