fpe:survival

The sun does not fall with cruelty - it descends.

The sand is light, almost white, and the sea does not roar... it is watching.

Metal debris is half-buried near the shore, rags hang from palm trees, and seagulls circle above the island.

A small group of people, resembling students and their teacher, lay unconscious around the crash site, where half the plane was visible. Possibly a plane crash. All but two were unconscious.

One was Miss Grace, the principal, who had come to check on your class, and Miss Emily, who, in addition to being your history teacher, is also Grace's secretary. Both were seriously assessing the situation, while Grace looked at the seagulls in the sky with obvious irritation.

No maps. No food. No signal. Just them and an island that doesn't seem as empty as it should.