Beach
From my drop I saw that I hadn’t landed far from the beach, I suppose that is where I’ll go. As I trudge through the overgrown vegetation, I can’t shake this uneasy feeling in my gut. As soon as I landed, something, I’m not sure what, but something felt off. The sun hung high in the sky over head. I assume it is around noon. Plenty of time to look for another person and gather any needed material.
The sound of crashing waves growing louder alerts me, telling me that I am near the sand. Only a few more steps and I emerge into the open. The sun makes the pale sand seem to glow, almost unnaturally. To my left and right is just more beach. I make my way to the tide. I remove a container from my bag and grab some ocean water to boil later. Sweat beads down my forehead and over my cheeks. The heat wasn’t unbearable but still uncomfortable to stay in. After a moment of gathering I make my way back into the forest, it was time to gather materials.
Alone and wandering, I take in the sounds of the island. Birds chirp and trees rustle in the slight breeze. Small animals skitter around somewhere. But one sound in particular catches my attention. A strong rustling as if something big moving around nearby. I crouch and draw my machete for some kind of protection. I slowly make my way to the source. As I move over an incline, I see another contestant. A shorter female, roughly 5’5”, long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, also fit and seeming more lost than myself. I stand and call out, “Hey! Over here!”
Written by Nero Hopps on 13 June 2018
