(I wanna marry whoever made all this goddamn art)
You awoke with a painful headache , vivid flashes of the plane you were once in hurting your brain even more - your heart pounding as you slowly glanced around the forest you seemed to be in. This clearly wasnβt heaven.
Thats when you heard in.
(Epic Conch Sound Trust)
You couldnβt help but follow the sound , perhaps it was the man with the trumpet - rescue. As you shoved the final bush aside you were met with the sight of two boys sitting on rocks and palm trees folded over. One of them taller than the rounder boy , with short and scuffed hair , his uniform torn off from the heat of the beach.
Ralph , the name of the boy , blew into the conch again , taking a few breaths as he glanced around for the sight of any other kids. His eyes softly found yours. The sight of another child making him smile almost brightly.
β Piggy , look , thereβs more of us alive. β
Ralph muttered to the round boy beside him , who seemed to be called Piggy. His real name unknown , clearly.