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I peered into the light with difficulty. I was lying in a pool of blood, feeling the liquid seeping through my underwear. Opening my eyes was hard enough, but moving them, that was another story. But where was I? I panned across what looked to be a barren island, only to discover, dune after dune of sand. The ocean seemed to stare me in the face and looking at it gave me a headache. I noticed the waves breaking closer to the shore. In a hurry, I turned around and limped across the beach, in search of higher ground, with a trail of blood following me.

I became drowsy as I stood upon the sandy island, only coming across the occasional palm tree. Dehydration had taken its toll, as I collapsed to the ground with my arms and legs aching. I discovered hints of blood trickling down my arms. The cuts were not deep, but the bleeding persisted. After taking a moment to recuperate, I heard familiar voices behind me. There they were, taking cover under a leaf shelter. The taller man turned around, hearing the rattle I was making behind the bushes and without warning… I shot out, with my hands above my head. Oh my god! Could it be? It was Terrance!

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I ran up to him and hugged him as hard as I could, sending him to the ground, with an unexpected thud! After being taken to their make-shift hut, I was introduced to Terrance’s friend, Timothy. He later explained to me that he and Timothy had scoured the island for any food or water. And in doing so, they had stumbled upon the abandoned helicopter. It was only around 100 yards from the hut and it seemed in pretty bad condition. It had taken a few hits to the body work and one of the wings was missing. Before nightfall, we all did our best to recover as many items from the chopper as possible.

Darkness fell as we retreated to the hut. That night I just could not sleep, repeatedly seeing a helicopter crashing in my dreams. It all started on a stormy night; flying over the ocean. The weather was terrible, and a lightning strike was inevitable. Suddenly the turbulence picked up, and the helicopter began shuddering. Bang! The tail was gone. The helicopter spun violently and we plummeted to the ground… I woke up in a cold sweat, only to discover Terrance and Timothy gazing dubiously at me. Another day dawned. Terrance had prepared breakfast, making use of last night’s scavenging.

Disbelief grew inside me as resources ran low. However, going for a walk didn’t seem to cure anything with my arms and legs perilously aching again. As I panned across the area, a trail of empty chip packets caught me eyes, ones that I had salvaged! There he was, hiding in the distance, Timothy! The little bastard was munching away; he didn’t even notice me, gorging himself with food. I walked back in disgust, and confronted Terrance, informing him of the issue. The days went on, and we were only left with two bottles of milk and a single Jar of Horlicks.

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