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surviving hell
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By rose

My eyes fluttered open. I breathed in a huge gulp of air. The sky was a brilliant blue and the sun was hot as it shone down on me burning my already crusty forehead. This was too good to be true. Maybe I was in heaven. Maybe the boat crash was as bad as it seemed. But it didn’t matter any more. I was simply at rest. That’s when I realised it. In heaven you didn’t hear voices in your head just as you are at peace. In heaven you don’t have buckets of water poured in your face and you most certainly don’t sit up and gag up sea water. This wasn’t heaven. When you sat up and look beyond the palm trees beyond the golden sand you realise just how much this is your living hell. That’s where I was. That’s what we call it .Hell. Jim, Millie, Hamish and I. All- in- hell.
“You look terrible,” Jim said. It was just like him to say something like that right when we don’t need it.
“Good to see you to Jim. You don’t look bad yourself.” I said with a hint of sarcasm. He chuckled as Millie led us into the tangled vines of the rain forest.
“How long have I been asleep for?” I asked as we turned yet another corner.
“Maybe a few hours,” Millie explained “we thought you were dead until Hamish saw you a few minutes ago.”
“Wow!” I said “it felt like decades. I’m so plea…” I stopped in my tracks. In front of me was a perfectly laid out camp. The type you would see in a survival book. There were two ‘A’ frame huts and a small fire crackling in front of them with a bird roasting on top. The smell was mouth watering. I snapped out of my trance as I looked at more of the scenery. It was only a small area because anywhere else was occupied by dense vines and rain forest. If you stood behind the fire and looked out past the vines, you could see the ocean and the sand. For a moment the view captivated me until the smell of the bird over took.
The moment I woke I realised the huge amount of problems we had to face. To name a few, first we had to find fresh cold water. Second where on earth were we going to find some decent food, I mean it’s not like there’s a kfc just around the corner. And third, how in the name of god are we going to get off this island. From we hove worked out there is not a singe island around us for about 30kms and we haven’t seen any boats pass so far. It is scary not knowing where on earth you are but I think that we could have been worse off. None of us are badly injured and we have a fairly good group of people. Jim with the know how, Millie with home economics and Hamish and I with physical. I sat up and stretched my stiff back. Jim and Hamish had left early to look for water and Millie was still asleep. Hunger pains hit me like a punch in the gut and i felt light headed.
to be continued...



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