In the beginning, all I could see was light. Pure white light filled my brain and that's all I could perceive. Just light.

Then the light went out.

My vision cleared and I could feel, hear and smell the world around me. My senses were returning to normal and I found myself flat on my back, the bright rays of the sun shining in my face. "So that's why I'm practically blind," I muttered.

I slowly and weakly sat up, feeling drained of nearly all energy in my body. I took a moment to look around, finally seeing the land I was in. I was on some kind of beach, with massive stones sporadically placed all along the coast. To my right was what seemed to be a dense jungle, with more boulders stretching far into the thicket. My left arm began to itch, and I absentmindedly scratched it, freezing when I felt an unfamiliar touch. Glancing at my arm, I nearly passed out again when I saw a glowing, diamond shaped piece of metal embedded in my wrist.

I frantically scratched at the object, hoping to dislodge it somehow. When I realized that my efforts were futile, I let out a sigh of resignation and acknowledged that this device was now a part of me.

My whole body tingled and ached in excruciating pain, like I had been struck by lightning. With great effort I forced myself to stand up and that's when I realized that I was naked, cold, and afraid.

I was nothing.

Sure, I could survive for a few days without water and few weeks without food, but without clothes I probably wouldn't make it to noon. Besides, I was alone in wilderness. Who knows what would be out there, waiting for me to become their next meal?

I didn't want to find out.

I'd seen television shows about wilderness survival and gone camping, so I wasn't totally screwed. I knew that I'd need three things for basic survival: Food, water, and shelter. Technically speaking, anything else that could aid my survival was secondary compared to the main three.

That didn't mean I didn't want them.

Before I was going to find any supplies that I needed, I had to find some sort of clothes. Hell, even a grass skirt would be better than nothing. My feelings of weakness and exhaustion had been replaced by determination, and I took a few wobbly steps forward. After taking a deep breath I continued onward, refusing to give up and die.

I would survive.