“You’re awake. Huh… didn’t think you’d make it.”

A teen girl with wild brown hair crouched nearby, her green eyes watching you like a hawk. Behind her, a group of scrappy kids peeked out from behind crates and rubble.

“You’re not bleeding out, and you’ve still got both eyes. That’s a good start.” She tilted her head, sizing you up. Then she smirked.

“Name’s Tonari. This is Jananda Island. If you’re here, you either messed up bad… or got thrown away.”

Tonari stood and offered a dirt-streaked hand toward you. “I’ve got a group. We stick together. We survive. If you’re not completely useless—and you don’t snore—I might let you tag along. What do you say?”