The Island: Survival of the Fittest

Prologue

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Prologue.

               Wind. Why was I feeling wind on my face? And the sun. God, that sun burned. What was going on? Eyes. I needed to open my eyes and see where I was.

        I opened my eyes, shielding my face as the blinding sunlight hit me hard and fast. Trying again, I pryed my hands off my face only to be greeted once again by Mr. Sun, and decided that it might be best to keep my eyes in the darkness for the time being. The wind whipped my jet black hair as I reached down with my hands, grabbing what felt like grains of sand slipping through my fingers. I took a deep breath, smelling the fresh air from an--an ocean? I winced as a sharp pain coursed through my skull, making me fall to the ground.

        "Ugh...what's going on? Agh, my head!" came croaking out of my parched mouth. I needed some water. Really, really badly. An asprin wouldn't hurt either.

        A jolt of anxiety lurched through me, bringing that nervous feeling, much like the one you get right before you are performing in front of a large crowd of people. But this feeling was different. This was one of complete and total shock of this whole situation. I felt like I was going to vomit any second. What happened to me? What is the last thing I can remember?

        Yes. That's a good place to start. My last memory. I was in school, sitting with my friends eating lunch. We had made plans to go to the movies later. I was laughing with Joe over some stupid sitcom I had watched the other night; it was just a normal day. I had failed my geography test because that stupid girl Carly tried to peek at my answers and our teacher had taken away both our exams. Nothing else happened after that. Nothing out of the ordinary at least. I just went home from the movies, did my homework and went to sleep. What about this morning? What do I remember about this morning? I racked my brain, desperately trying to conjure up any memories of getting out of bed, or leaving the house, but I couldn't. Not one thought came to mind.

        I banged my fist against the ground in frustration. I had a peaceful sleep the night before, and now I just woke up feeling like someone clubbed me over the head and then temporarily blinded me to leave me in this place that feels and smells like a beach. This has to be a dream! I have to be sleeping! Was I kidnapped? Am I alone in this place? Those thoughts were too much for me and I began hyperventilating.

        Okay, calm down. Just calm down and try to figure this out. There has to be some logical explanation behind this. This has to be just some strange nightmare you are having. You must still be asleep. Don't panic. Just say something over and over.

        "My name is Brad. I am fifteen years old. My best friends are Joe and Kevin. I live in New York. My name is Brad. I am fifteen years old. My best friends are Joe and Kevin. I live in New York. My name is Brad...WAKE UP ALREADY!!"

        I calmed down and repeated these facts over and over for the next minute until my heart rate slowed down to its normal pace. I just needed to open my eyes and wake up. That's it! That's all I had to do. Just open my eyes! As my eyelids fluttered open, I struggled to keep them from closing as the sun began peeking its way in. Through desperation and strength of will, they slowly began revealing a blurry, watery image as I kept fighting to open them wider and wider. As I rubbed away the reflex tears and the blurriness, a clear image started to form. I stifled a gasp of shock as my eyes revealed sand everywhere around me. I quickly turned around and saw a gigantic body of water, what looked like to be never ending. I was on a sandbank. I turned around yet again and looked up. A giant cliff stood a half a mile or so in front of me. Where the hell was I?

        I pinched myself hard. It hurt like the devil. I was awake, I had to be. The anxiety came back, and I leaned over and threw up on the sand.

        No, no, no. What is happening?? This can't be happening. Where am I? Who brought me here? How do I get back home?

        Frantic thoughts raced through my head, making me feel dizzy. I began to see spots, feeling lightheaded. I stumbled towards the cliff, hoping, praying I could find something that would give me a clue of what was going on. I began staggering around, unable to control my legs, and tripped over a bump in the sand and flew head over heels, hitting my head on something hard. It was...a backpack? Wait...my backpack? My backpack that I use for school?

        Grunting, I stood up and opened the backpack expecting to find my books and some homework. I didn't expect to see what was actually in it; what I found made my blood run cold. I unzippered the top pocket and reached in, crying out in pain as my hand made contact with something sharp. I pulled it out and threw it on the ground. It was a dagger, bigger than a knife, but not as big as those swords you see in those medival movies. The second item I pulled out was a long rope. So the backpack contained a dagger and some rope? I looked back in one more time. There was a peice of paper lying on the bottom.

        There are others like you. Find them, but keep away from enemies. And above all, don't press the red button.