• A sharp slap to my face was all I felt at that second, my eyes fluttered slightly as my head processed what had happened. Walking through the uncharted woods, it had been my third day out there alone. There was no sign of human life for the next three hundred miles in any direction. I had been feeding off animals I had hunted with my crude impression of a bow, using sticks with sharpened rocks on the ends for arrows. That say I had gone for a walk to clear my heads of days before the accident that had landed me in the woods alone. footstep after footstep, I calmed my head down from being infuriated. The cloths I had on were slightly tattered, but the Flying badge was still hanging on my chest. That was the only thing that reminded me of who I really was. I was a pilot, I was flying a plane of passengers to an international stop. well, little did i know that the plane was carrying a murderer. After a hideous chain of events, the pistol i was carrying shot off two fires. One to save myself from the killer infront of me, and the other, a total accident, taking out all controls I had on the plane. all i knew was I landed close enough to an island to be safe, unlike any of the other, already dead passengers, or so I had thought. bringing myself back to reality I noticed something, a sound... crying? it was coming from the east. someone was crying? I had been around the Island twice, and this was the only time i heard someone, the call of a human voice. A sad one, yes, but it was human none the less. Little did I know, bad timing was just my luck, i turned a corner, and the next thing i could remember, i was against a tree, and someone was saying something. "Mister? Mister?" A voice? young, sounded just about eighteen, maybe twenty. My eyes, which had gotten used to being closed, had a hard time opening to see who was calling for me. "oh. please be okay, Mister."