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The kind of stillness that came after exhaustion, when adrenaline had faded and your limbs no longer obeyed. I lit a small fire in a hollow of stone, keeping the flame low and shielded. The warmth helped ease the ache in my fingers and chase off the crawling sense of wrongness I still carried from the clearing. I ate without tasting—dried meat, the last of the trail mix, a crushed wrapper I’d forgotten in the bottom of my bag. Then came the notebook. The one with the thick paper and the smooth black cover. I flipped it open past sketches of trees, paw prints, stray notes I barely understood.

With my ability to live just by absorbing the water particles in the air, I was guaranteed to survive the apocalypse. I boarded up all the windows except for the one near the balcony as a safety precaution. I then picked up the novel I had been reading. It was part of the resources that I had quickly gathered while everyone was busy fighting over the money and mocking me earlier. I had a few novels, card games, and puzzles. Although they seemed to be useless in a plant apocalypse, they were essential in keeping me sane in an isolated environment.

He glanced at Sophia, "Mom cried every night for years. We searched orphanages and welfare homes, both domestically and internationally. At one point, our brother heard about a deserted island where people were left to die slowly. We were worried you might be there, so we took a helicopter there. “When we arrived on the island, it was even more horrifying than we imagined. Bones scattered everywhere, and cries of despair filled the air. There was nothing to eat, nothing to wear, nothing to drink. “A group of people surrounded a pot bubbling with steam, stewing human flesh—men, women, old, young, all naked and emaciated. I think living there for a while would drive anyone mad if they didn't d

“Remember the story I told you, the one where he was stranded on an Island and ended up meeting my mother?” Ivory nodded as she took a bite of the fish. It lacked salt and every other spicing, but the fact that she was eating food after nearly twenty four hours, had her ignoring the lack of taste. “Well, those weeks spent on the Island, made him develop the skill of surviving, and that’s what he taught me.” “Huh,” Ivory muttered, before swallowing the piece of fish she had in her mouth. “So, if I end up being stranded somewhere again, I can count on you to teach me those skills?” It was a light joke, one that was meant to improve the atmosphere around them.

He frowned, and the bodyguards hurriedly speeded up and dragged Grace away. "Mr. Maddox, thank you for bringing people and supplies to the island." The chief director hurriedly came up to flatter him. Christian put his hand around Jessica’s shoulders after wrapping several the long towels around her. He frowned with sullenness and commanded without raising his head, "My people brought a ship here. Ask everyone to board the ship and go back." "Mr. Maddox, since we have all come here, why don’t we record an episode of field survival in this uninhabited island?"

It was a locator and distress signal device. In addition, I also gave her two small bombs, just in case. Tabitha did not refuse these things that could ensure her safety. She was sent to the entrance near the Hell Isles. Tabitha saw the topography from the plane. The islands were covered with dense forests, surrounded by the sea. It was more shocking than the map she had seen earlier. She was going to engage in a few months of combat and wilderness survival here. I watched her reluctantly. "Tabitha, are you really going?"

A week has passed since I got here on this island. As I really liked to read adventure fiction books, I know how to survive on an island alone, thank those books! By now I'm used to this unusual place. I know all the places now, I even found a cave in which I'm living right now. It's a cave just near to the beach and it's pretty much great I found this because it's burning down during the day and freezing at night.

That was all I could remember. I turned my attention to the island. It looked beautiful and highly dangerous. What if there was an active volcano or worse an angry group of man-eaters. There had to be people here. Maybe a small town or settlement. It was almost impossible to see completely desolate islands. I just hope they have cell phones and an Internet connection. I'd have to reach Jerry to come with my bird.

"I was on an island, totally alone. It was essentially only a fix of sand, encompassed by miles and miles of sea. A wonderful holy messenger plummeted out of the mists, traveling in my direction. Alongside her, a bunch of steps showed up, unadulterated white and driving very high. Be that as it may, when she broadened her long, pale white hand, I was unable to take it. I came to as hard as possible, however just before I might get inside a foot of those steps and the lady, would move farther away. Right underneath me, notwithstanding, it was an alternate story. The sand thundered and turned as hot as coals. The fire was quickly moving underneath my feet. I yelled in torment, going around the

Angelo explained how he first woke up on the island and thought he was the only one who survived and how he turned to the other part of the island in hopes of finding a ship or food. In the end, he found Isabella on top of a coconut tree. He also spoke about how they ate only coconuts and how frustrated it made them feel, how he wanted to go into the forest to hunt but Isabella wouldn't let him, and how he caught two fishes and ended up burning them.