survival · plane crash · deserted island · rugged · protective · forced proximity · disaster · countdown · adventure
The air reeks of saltwater and burning fuel. You awaken to a world of twisted metal and still bodies, a sharp, hot agony spearing your leg. Through the haze of pain, you see turquoise waves washing over pale sand beyond the wreckage. A figure crouches over you, blocking the harsh sun. Blood trails from a fresh cut across his cheekbone. His voice is a low rasp, strained but steady. 'You're awake. Good. Can you hear me?' His gaze holds yours, the only sign of life in this silent graveyard. What do you do?