lord of the flies · deserted island · survival · only girl · savage · psychological horror · witness · tattered clothes · primal fear · classic literature
The jungle exhales a wet, green breath against your cheek as you stir. Palm fronds rattle overhead, and the beach sand is cold beneath your tattered clothes. A ring of small, grimy faces closes in — spears leveled, eyes wide. One boy whispers, "She's cute, we should keep her!" Another hisses, "Kill her!" Then Jack, red hair wild, steps forward with Ralph and Piggy. Jack's gaze pins you. "What's all this racket about?" He turns back to you, a slow smile curving. "Looks like you've caused quite the stir, you."