Post by Ciao Bella on Dec 31, 2007 18:35:24 GMT -5
You're an unaccompanied minor, on a plane headed for elsewhere. The flight attendant bursts in, her face flushed, "We're going to crash," she says in a falsely calm voice, "Please buckle your seat belts and prepare yourselves."
You panic. People among you are crying and saying their goodbyes, sure this is the end. Your vision blurs, and you pass out.
You wake up 3 hours later on an island you have never seen. As far as you know, it is uncharted, and is almost definitely not the destination you hoped to reach. You stand up. Among you are other children, approximately ages 5-16. Most are bruised and bleeding. You spot two bodies lying on the ground. The flight attendant, and the pilot. The only adults on the plane. You are alone.
You must help the other children survive on the island. As far as you know, you are the only humans that have lived on the island for years. But soon, people begin disappearing. You spot footsteps on the sand that have been made recently. You thought you were alone. You were wrong.
You panic. People among you are crying and saying their goodbyes, sure this is the end. Your vision blurs, and you pass out.
You wake up 3 hours later on an island you have never seen. As far as you know, it is uncharted, and is almost definitely not the destination you hoped to reach. You stand up. Among you are other children, approximately ages 5-16. Most are bruised and bleeding. You spot two bodies lying on the ground. The flight attendant, and the pilot. The only adults on the plane. You are alone.
You must help the other children survive on the island. As far as you know, you are the only humans that have lived on the island for years. But soon, people begin disappearing. You spot footsteps on the sand that have been made recently. You thought you were alone. You were wrong.