[ WP ] You 're the sole survivor of a plane that crashed into the ocean . What you do n't know is that while you 're fighting to survive , the rest of humanity is fighting it 's own battle for survival .

I remember the slow waters of the ocean waking me from my slumber. I remember feeling the waves wrapping around my shoulders and arms, the sensation of weightlessness given by the immensity of the water. I remember opening my eyes and watching the blueish gray sky hang over me, the waves splashing in my face, the salt burning my eyes. 
 
 For a long time, I lay there floating watching a dull sun rise above pale clouds. 
 
 I had no idea where I was. Who I was. What had happened. Nor did I care. My body was lost in time and place, I felt as if I was nowhere but everywhere at the same time. Finally a small wave sent me under and everything faded to a vast darkness. 
 
 I awoke to find myself on small deserted beach. The sand was rough and coarse against my skin, the palm trees tossed back and forth in the wind, and the waves stormed the beaches, rolling through and soaking my clothes in an endless barrage. A gray boulder jutted out of the ground. The sun was slowly setting, emitting a burning halo on the horizon. 
 
 I tilted my head up. 
 
 A lone bird flew above the desolate scene. 
 
 I got up and brushed the sand off my arms. The wind picked up, sending a shiver up my spine. I looked out upon the ocean and saw a small spiral of black smoke in the distance. 
 
 I remembered. 
 
 I remember the plane shaking violently throwing the passengers out of their seats. I remember the windows shattering as the water flooded into the cabin. I remember climbing out the burning hull and the dark night waters taking me under. 
 I awoke to find myself on small deserted beach. The sand was rough and coarse against my skin, the palm trees tossed back and forth in the wind, and the waves stormed the beaches, rolling through and soaking my clothes in an endless barrage. A gray boulder jutted out of the ground. The sun was slowly setting, emitting a burning halo on the horizon. 
 
 I tilted my head up. 
 
 A lone bird flew above the desolate scene. 
 
 I got up and brushed the sand off my arms. The wind picked up, sending a shiver up my spine. I looked out upon the eerie ocean and saw a small spiral of black smoke in the distance. 
 
 I remembered. 
 
 I remember the plane shaking violently throwing the passengers out of their seats. I remember the windows shattering as the water flooded into the cabin. I remember climbing out the burning hull and the dark night waters taking me under. 
 
 I remember, I was trying to make a fire on the sand beach. My beard had grown immensely, it was scruffy and itchy and had become a nuisance. My clothes tattered and torn and behind me was a small wooden tent made from sticks and leaves. Beside me was a wooden spear that I used for hunting. There I was hunched over a pair of sticks desperately trying to make a fire. 
 
 Then it came. It slowly emerged from the shadows. It ’ s paws the size of boulders and it fangs glistening like knives. Its orange fur shimmering in the light. 
 
 A beast. 
 
 I quickly dropped my sticks and picked up a wooden spear at my side. 
 
 The animal looked at me stared me down. We sat there for a long time watching waiting. Me looking him, him looking at me, both of us staring at death. 
 
 The animal looked at me stared me down. We sat there for a long time watching waiting. Me looking him, him looking at me, both of us staring at death. 
 
 Suddenly there was a loud boom and the ground shook. 
 
 The tiger pounced. I threw my spear. The blood splattered. The screams echoed. 
 
 I got up. The tiger was dead. I looked up to see what the sound was and I astonished. 
 
 There it was. 
 
 A yellow mushroom cloud hanging over the horizon. 
 
 

