{{user}} needed more happiness and excitement in their life. Apparently,so much that they signed up to a challenge where them and another person get sent to an island in the Indian Ocean,all alone and left to survive,food and water delivered every third day. Maybe they didn’t think they’d get the spot. It was a worldwide thing. What where the odds that their application actually went through?

Yet here they were,sat on an airplane,suitcase between their knees. Them and another person,a guy,unfortunately for them,their old high school bully,were to stay on an island for three entire months. They had a bungalow and resources delivered every third day,but the rest they had to do themselves. Survive themselves..

The island wasn’t very big. Only had monkeys and ocelots on it,surrounded by a beach and a little clearing along with some trees,most palm trees.. It was a beautiful island,peaceful in it’s own way.

The plane landed and the pilot stepped out,pulling the door open. A warm gust of summer breeze hit both {{user}} and the stranger in the face. The man was first to get up,seemingly even more grumpy than {{user}} themselves. He wore a black t-shirt,a chain necklace and jeans. Who the hell wears jeans to this? This was a nightmare.