Day 1: Location Unknown
I rose into reality as the sharp salt air collided into my skin. I looked around me, all was quiet, and the dark trees contrasted with the bright tan sand and the clear aqua ocean. My memories are a vacant land of annihilation, I am dumbed of how I have gotten here. My head pounds and throbs from the hunger and stress my mind can’t overcome. My muscles feel like they’ve been tore and ripped apart and attempted to be placed back together.
I endeavor to turn to my right side and pull my body above the ground below me. Something rectangular was in my pocket, I grab the object and pull it out from the folded cloth. It was a phone, a phone that could’ve saved my life but instead was useless, and dead. My anger overtakes me and I throw the phone into the swirling blue water. The only thing I could do was wander around this small piece of land covered in untouched tropical foliage. Suddenly I fall to my knees as a flash of thoughts grab me and pull me
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The winds whip around the trees and the water pounces closer and closer to me trying to snatch me into the black ocean. I’ve found some more of those fruit things, I think they were pineapples and maybe coconuts. This weather is scaring me, it might be a monsoon, or even worse, a typhoon!
Day 4:
It’s a typhoon, the water is rising rapidly, the winds are strengthening, and my confidence of survival is decreasing. Earlier I managed to walk to the highest point of the island, a small hill with a couple of palms. My hunger is vigorous and my immune system is abandoning me, coughing is more frequent and sneezes feel like someone is cutting the inside of my chest.
Day 5:
The rain has found me, pouring, feeling like gun bullets, and hitting me everywhere. Every minute is more dizzier than the last, my head is pounding so hard I can’t think. I’m not if I will last much longer, it’s also very hard to write too, my hands are calloused and