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There it was, finally. Our island. Our very own island. It looked beautiful above the waves of fog, but there was still one question to be answered: why had they sold it to us for only five dollars? I looked over at my friend only to see that he was missing, vanished… gone. I mentally screamed at myself to turn around, to go back! But there was no going back… the boat that took us here had left and I was stuck here, all alone on an island of our very own… A stick cracked behind me. I spun around to meet a beast, nose to muzzle. It growls at me menacingly, It was then that I realized why they had sold this place so cheap, beasts ran freely here, probably looking for prey… Would this beast attack me? I wanted to run, to get as far away from there as possible! And then, I realized I was stuck, there was nowhere to go, nowhere to run. The boat was gone, I had given up. My friend was gone, nowhere to be seen, I was all alone and about to be attacked by a carnivorous beast. It lunged at me, its claws dig deep into my skin, deep enough to make me bleed to death… I fall. Everything is blurry, it’s all covered in white and I hear a shout, my friend ran over to me, how we had gotten separated in merely a few seconds, I wouldn’t live long enough to know…
So, here I am now, bleeding out on the surface of an island…
An Island All Our Own.
