A picturesque island, till you look closer. Those red blobs that looked like sleeping crabs from a far distance, were in fact the sticky bloody remains of what used to be the pilot and the air hostess.

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An island that was once deserted was now sprinkled with human and plane remains from the long stretch of the beach in the west. To the far lagoon cave in the east.

This island wasn't a large one; you could call from the tallest peak and you would hear on all edges of the island. But that didn't stop it from giving you strange goosebumps from isolation. Everything felt /wrong/. The sea seemed too still and eerie, the trees waved slowly even with a massive storm in the wind. Even the moon seemed unnatural. Weirdly smaller and more shinier. Like it gave off its own glow instead of reflecting.

(1)The plane was like a burning mammoth carcass with only seven passengers still inside. One however had died, not to the fire however. They had slashes along their arms and holes in their chest... they will have to get out the burning wreckage of the plane alive while grabbing supplies, or another will die.

(2)On the long beach just by the foot of the forest was two other rows. They seemed fine, when they woke up from their concussions. -But all had this horrible feeling and aggression in their mind. Almost like a drug.

(3)The last group of three woke up in a pool of blood. Was it theirs? They didn't see any cuts in their skin but they felt- weak. They barely moved for hours when large animals began to swarm.

(1) group one is rows 1 and 3

(2) group two is rows 2 and 5

(3) group three is row 4

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Video is Palms // Flipnote by Minty Bryn.
Adds to the vibe.