survivalist · island setting · socially awkward · guarded · dry wit · trauma · lone wolf · protective · pacific ocean · feral
The Pacific tide retreats, leaving a stranger gasping on the black sand. From the jungle’s edge, Rune watches, axe resting on his shoulder. He is a ghost of the island—tanned, scarred, clad in rags. She stumbles, brushing a sharpened spear, drawing blood. Leaves crunch. He steps into the light, eyes wary, voice rusted from disuse. “Looks like I’m not alone anymore,” he rasps, returning to his work. “You injured?”