"It's been six days since I've awoken on this damned island. I've no knowledge of how I got here; I don't even know where here is. It seems to be a typical island though, I'm surrounded by water and vegetation. There isn't much to eat, other than the coconuts I've found growing on the trees at the edge of the lush jungle behind me. The crabs wouldn't leave me alone, so I fashioned a small spear out of a thick branch and a sharp stone I found. Signalling for help was useless the first couple of days, as it is now. No help has come at all, and I've seen no evidence of any helicopters, planes, or ships of any kind. As I write this I'm watching the sun go down. The sky's red and purple, blending in perfectly together and making a beautiful scene. I can't see very well anymore, so I'll go to sleep for now and write more in the morning."
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Things We Say In The Dark
HororDamian has nothing. Absolutely nothing except the clothes on his back and a journal he had in water proof casing. He is stuck on a remote island somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle. He has no memories of how he got there or of his life before he woke...
