[ WP ] You wake up on an Island . Tell me about it .

The dry rustle of the palm leaves sapped at John's unconsciousness, slowly bringing him back to his grim reality. He did n't need to open his eyes to remember his situation, a parched, hoarse throat was enough. `` I can survive another day'' he vowed, but by now this daily mantra brought no comfort. 
 Already the sun was climbing higher, bringing another day of oppressive heat. John stood and surveyed the bleak blue horizon which encircled him. For now he must worry about matters closer to him. He turned and faced the dense jungle of the island, concealing it's inner secrets with an opaque green curtain. 
 As he entered the foliage the familiar uneasiness engulfed him again. It was only when John would emerge from this shroud of darkness that it would leave. 
 Wearily walking to the stream he wondered how long it would take for him to be forgotten and become a mere footnote in her life. A pang of regret stabbed him. It was better not to think. 
 A faint humming caught his attention. It could be another insect but his heart rate quickened slightly. It was a relief to find an excuse to have hope, if only for a short time.
