First story - Survival

Hey there,

It's been a while since the introduction post and I apologize for that. Been pretty busy what with my job and other stuff. But nevertheless, here is my first little story. Very basic one, a person wakes up on a deserted Island and wonders what's going on. Enjoy.

The sun shone brightly in his eyes as they slowly flickered open. Blindingly, he squinted his eyes until they adjusted to the harsh light. The rough sand clung to his face as he slowly sat up. His clothes were slightly tattered and his skin turning a slight pink. He clutched his hands to his head as it throbbed with agony. Spitting out bits of sand, he looked around to try and find out where he was.

                On a small, desolate island with only three palm trees and one rock, he found himself lost and deserted. The deep blue ocean spread out as far as the eye could see around him. Slowly turning on the spot, he saw another island a short distance from him. Relief overcame him as a lush, green forest and large mountain beckoned towards him.

Standing on his feet, he carefully walked to the water and dipped his toe in it. The cool water caressed his foot as the water flowed past his toes. Wading his way in he began to swim towards the other island. Halfway across, his arms and legs began to ache as he struggled to keep his head above. Finally, he felt his feet land on soft, wet sand that caused it to swirl in the water with each step.

Stepping out of the water, he fell onto the hot sand and breathed in heavily. His body ached from the swim and the sun began to rapidly dry his body. Standing up again, he headed towards the forest where he saw strange footprints around the edge of it. Heading deeper into the forest, he felt like he was constantly being watched. He also found it unusual that since landing on this island, he hadn’t heard anything else but the crashing waves of the ocean.

Approaching a large tree, he saw a small piece of paper pinned to it.

“Six o’clock,” he read.

Reading the writing again, it looked like it had been written in a rushed manner. He heard a low growl echo in the distance that caused him to jerk his head around. Fear began to rise up in him as he walked away from the note.

Twisting his neck constantly, always alert of where he was, he heard crunching paper from underneath him. Looking down, he found another piece of paper, similar to the one on the tree except this one had a different word, some dirt from his foot and little drops of blood.

“Before,” he read.

Another growl echoed in the distance as the breath caught in his throat.

“What is going on?” He asked in a squeaky voice.

Dropping the note, he continued walking until he stopped in shock. Among the splintered trees, overturned ground and broken branches was a crashed helicopter, the remains of a fire still present from the singed grass around it. Inside the cockpit was a bloody and battered pilot who was no doubt, no longer with the living. In the back was another person, hanging out of the side on his stomach with a backpack strapped to his back and a headset on. In his hands was a notebook that was slightly damaged.

With shaky hands, he picked it up and saw that it was open. On a blank page were two large words, hastily written with what appeared to be an unstable hand.

“Swim away,” he read.

A loud growl appeared from the other side of the helicopter as the sound of grass being brushed accompanied it. Terror struck him as he dropped the notebook. He suddenly realized that he wasn’t on that little island because he was lost. He was on that little island to be saved.

I hope you enjoyed that little story. More to come in the next couple of days so stick around. =)