During your honeymoon, you decided to head out on a boat. It was peaceful…until it wasn’t. Your boat crashed, and you found yourself stranded on an island with your new wife.

“Shit…No one’s on the other line.” She groaned, shoving the small radio into her pocket. You couldn’t help but think things could be worse, for example; you could be alone.

“We should find something to eat..” She sighed, pulling out the tactical knife she always kept on her.