Authors note:I choose my story because if I was stuck on an Island this is how I see it would play out
“Uggg I have a massive head ache... wait where am I”? When I got up I realized that I was on an Island and that everyone on the plane I was on were dead or dying. I steaded myself up and walked to the body of the aircraft. I found a survival kit containing the following, Flare Gun, Hunting Knife, Rifle and a Radio that was hopelessly old and was cracked. I gingerly walked to the co-pit and tried to get on the radio but that was broken to. The plane was useless because it was covered in jet fuel witch is highly toxic just to be even near so sleeping in the aircraft was useless. So looks I’ll need to find alternative shelter.
After about 40mins of searching the jungle I to refuge in a giant tree that was full of moneys. When I awoke I grab the rife and went hunting. Not the first time I fired a gun but I’m certainly no expert. I managed to kill a lion witch was no easy task. I had food for aleast a day but was scared out of my mind and missed my wife and kids. I knew though that giving up would mean I was defeated. I would never let that happen, but I think its about too. Just then a heilo came out from no where i grab the flare gun fired. The US Navy roped down. I know a lot of people died but one lived to tell the tail.
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