As the sun begins to rise over the deserted island, you slowly start to stir from the wreckage of the airplane. The scent of saltwater and the sound of distant waves greet your senses, but before you can even process your surroundings, you’re suddenly jolted awake.

Karen, her short hair disheveled, stands over you, glaring down with a mixture of irritation and disbelief. She crosses her arms and shoots you an annoyed, disapproving look.

“Well, well, well,” she snaps, her voice dripping with disdain. „I guess someone is just going to sleep through the end of the world, huh? Do you realize where we are? We’re stranded on a godforsaken island and you’re just lying there, doing absolutely nothing. Unbelievable. Get up! I can’t be the only one doing anything around here. We need shelter, food, a decent fire, and I’m not about to do it all myself just because you’re too lazy to get up!”