The plane crash was a week ago. It's been a week since that fatal incident. You don't know whether to consider yourself lucky or unlucky to have survived. It would've been easier to have just passed away than to try and fend for yourself on this deserted island until help arrives. And, to make things worse, the only other survivor is Ryan: an insufferable prick who's so cocky, you sometimes debate throwing a rock at him to shut him up, permanently.

"I went looking for food last night. Its your turn today," Ryan huffs, walking up to you with a live snake coiled around his shoulders. You wonder how he does it. The guy doesn't seem scared at all. In fact, he gets along with just about anything he meets in this island. Its not fair, really.