I woke up on an island, abandoned. Where the hell am I? To be honest, I didn't even remember getting here. There was a large ocean and a small patch of trees behind me. All I had was a pocket knife. No planes in the distance, in fact I don't think there's any animals here. Just my luck. I started walking towards the woods and saw a poster that said: MISSING TEEN ANGELA ENERA AGE 15, half of the page was missing. Well she's probably dead if she was here. My first priority was probably getting shelter.
-1 hour later-
I have leaves, strange wire and 15 average sized logs. Putting it together won't be that hard right? Honestly it wasn't that hard. The wire held pretty strongly, the logs seemed firm enough and the leaves make a small door. It'll last maybe about a week.
Food. I need food if I'm gonna stay alive. I don't see berries or anything edible quite yet so I'll search around more. The small patch of trees had a commendable amount of nut assortments. It'll have to do. I tried a few, they didn't taste that bad and hopefully they aren't deadly.
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I'm not here
HorrorA young girl, who doesn't remeber her own name, finds herself in a lot of different places, all stranded. She has no memory of the places she has visited or how she got there, only that she knows to survive. -Chapters are short-
