Your hands grip tightly at the armrests on each side of you as a you are snatched away from a restless sleep. The horrible screeching of metal on metal makes your heart race and your blood run cold. A baby screams, and you glance around at the other passengers, wondering if it's just your paranoia blinding you to rational thinking. Someone catches your eye, but you don't look away. The two of you find comfort in the fact that you are both frightened and seemingly everyone else around you is, as well. You manage a smile when nothing else out of the ordinary seems to happen.
Just as you let yourself settle back into your chair, a roaring explosion knocks you back against the headrest and blows out your eardrums. Plastic windows shatter, the crunching sound of steel and bone is terrifying, and as the luggage starts to cascade perilously through the narrow corridor, you open your eyes just in time to see the nose of your plane diving towards the ambiguous shapes of a lush jungle. All that flashes through your mind is wild fear beyond anything you've ever felt, and the one premonition you've dreaded since birth: your inescapable death.
It's hard to imagine, but soon you will wake up among the debris and the scattered bodies and realize that escaping death this day may not have been such a blessing after all. Because now, you are stranded, and the test of survival is not over yet. Oh no, my friend, this has only just begun!
The hurricane is old news. It's been about a month now since the plane went down, and we wake up almost feeling like we are home. Raion's innovative idea of how to catch monkeys worked! Now we have an even better food supply and we feel ourselves growing stronger, healthier with meat in our bellies.
Well, we don't know for sure, but the monkeys may have been infected. A sickness is spreading across the island.
It starts with headaches, nausea, dizziness. After a few hours, the fever sets in, and the agony begins. The sick begin to sweat and drift in and out of hallucinations. They can't keep down food or water in the early stages. It seems to spread so easily. The ones that haven't fallen ill yet are terrified, and I'm pretty sure some have abandoned us to fend for themselves. There's only a few healthy ones left, and we are trying to do everything: find food, fetch fresh water from the lagoon, and keep the sick alive... If they're even going to make it.
If we panic, we could lose everyone. I hope that doesn't happen.