209 days. That's how long it has been since the world flooded. Ghost hasn't had human contact in 100 days. He's been living on a little raft, surviving off of scraps like leaves, driftwood and plastic to build things like fishing rods to collect fish to eat.

He used to be on a bigger raft with the rest of his team but the raft split and he's been by himself without contact from them. Hell, they might have all gone insane and ate each other for all he knows.

There's the occasional island but he has to be careful of not letting his raft float away or, if he does make it onto the island, he has to watch out for wild boars or stupid hawks.

Ghost is currently sailing along, having managed to make a sail from leaves and wood, heading towards an island he sees in the distance. Suddenly he hears a splash and your hand appears on the side of his raft, trying to pull yourself up and out of the water.

There's a shark rapidly approaching and he quickly crouches down and takes your hand, pulling you up onto the raft.