A twenty-something-year-old woman let her heavy eyelids slowly lift to see an endless amount of sand that gradually met with a blue-green ocean. Dazed and confused, she pushed herself away from the sandy earth below her. She slowly stood, her body complaining and her mouth spitting out blood. Her vision slowly returning to her, she looked at her surroundings. She was on a beautiful tropical beach. A thick emerald forest cut off to a sandy shore, which led to the rocky, aquamarine sea. The bright, blazing sun seemed to have made everything shimmer. The beach was beautiful.
Trying to gather her thoughts, the twenty-something girl started to mindlessly walk alongside the ocean. Her mind was going a thousand miles an hour. Where am I? How did I get here?
Not paying attention to what she was doing, she tripped over something in her way. She face planted, getting a mouthful of sand. Spitting and cursing, she stood herself up. She looked down at what she tripped on. It was a body. It was a corpse of a dead man. It had clearly been there for too long. It stank like rotten meat and looked like it smelled. The sun began to bleach and decay it, turning it into a bloated, tangled mess. The only clues of death were bullet holes scattered across the chest and one right in between his frozen, horrified eyes. She couldn't help but begin to cry, the only thing that was stopping her from screaming. She turned towards the ocean, ran a few steps and puked. Once she was done, she began to pace, trying to gather her thoughts.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What happened the day before?
She froze at the final thought that crossed her mind?
Who am I?
Her heart was going faster than her head now. She slowly began to realize that not only was she stranded on an unknown, empty island, she had no memory of anything. She didn't know the date, the year, who she was, how old she was, her name…nothing. She pulled her long hair in front of her face. It was a perfect, curly blonde. She looked down at what she was wearing. She had a knee-length, sleeveless, white dress on that was soaked, dirty, and bloodied. She was also barefoot. That would prove to become a pain in the ass later. She looked down at her skin. She was as pale as a ghost. She noticed a tattoo on her left wrist. It was an elegant cursive font that read "Promise".
"Okay" she said out loud, trying to calm herself down. "I need a plan." She tore apart her head, trying to find anything she could about survival. She looked into the forest. There could be food, freshwater, and more things in there. Of course, more things could include blood-thirsty predators as well.
She trailed her sight down to the body. Tears began to well up in her eyes. She had no other choice. She knew what she had to do. She was not happy about it. She dragged herself back to the bloated mess of a carcass, the smell making her want to curl up into a ball next to him and die as well. She kneeled down to search it, the odor stinging her eyes. The only useful things he had were a lighter and a large survival knife. She accepted the gifts with open arms. She needed anything she could get her hands on.
"The body…" she said out loud. "It didn't die of natural causes, it was shot." It was getting harder for her to breathe as she began to panic. She wasn't alone here. Could they be friendly? Would these people help her? Well of course they couldn't be friendly, the man was murdered. A million thoughts went through her head. She tried to reassure herself, tell herself that everything would turn out to be okay, even though she was stranded on a beach with nothing but a survival knife and a corpse of a stranger.
"Okay," she began to herself. "Think. I need a plan." She whipped around every which direction as if trying to find a miracle to save her. She took mental notes of everything around her. Jungle behind me, I am on a beach, ocean in front of me. I need shelter, food, a fire, and most of all, water. She sighed. "Okay," she said to herself reassuringly. "I can do this." She looked down at the survival knife again and then averted her attention to the jungle. She really didn't want to go in there barefoot, but she had no choice. She held her breath as she began to slowly advance to the thick jungle.
"Okay, first thing is first, I need fire wood and shelter. Then I will search for food and water tomorrow. I think I can do without for today." The forest floor protested her presence with every step, greeting her feet with sharp branches and slimy mud. She ignored it as she pressed on, gathering long palm leaves, sticks and branches. She needed whatever she could find. She looked up, trying to find the sun. The jungle was so thick; she could barely see the sky. She dead stopped in her tracks, realizing that the trees were so thick; it was going to be nearly impossible to find her way back to the beach easily. She was going to have to stay in the jungle, neighboring with the presumably sinister animals that reside in it.
Once she finally decided that she had enough to get started, she found a clearing and began to weave leaves and twigs together, to make a shelter. This is taking way too much time she thought to herself. There is no chance of finishing by sun down. With negative thoughts occupying her conscious, she kept on building her shelter. Even if she couldn't finish it, it will be a great start.
Time and the jungle was her enemy. Time accelerated, but the jungle made it speed up as well. As the sun slowly fell and made the light disappear, the jungle would get twice as dark, the tree tops letting no light in. Finally, she gave up on her shelter and lit a fire. There was no sense in continuing if she couldn't see what she was doing. She sat down in front of the fire. The fire's warmth provided enough heat to keep her from freezing. As the fire flickered, it made her surroundings flicker as well, playing tricks on her mind. Scared, she kept the survival knife near, knowing that it would not be enough to fend off something big and hungry. Every time she heard a noise, she would grab on to it, in case something decides to attack.
It was getting more and later. Hours have passed. The night felt as if it would last forever. Every time the nameless survivor would begin to drift into unconsciousness, a noise would startle her. Finally, she decided that she would climb a tall tree and sit upon the branches, knowing that the tree tops would most likely be no better than the jungle floor beneath her. Now she felt like she could finally sleep, even though she refused. She did not want to risk falling from a twenty foot tall branch or being attacked by an angry monkey in her sleep. Instead, she just straddled an unstable branch, letting her feet dangle and her survival knife rest on her lap as she watched her fire below slowly die.
Sitting at the top of the tree with nothing to see or do gave her too much time to think. Doubts and fears danced across her head, making her slowly lose faith in her survival. She was beginning to feel hungry and thirsty and she hasn't found food or water. She has not finished her shelter that isn't even half way finished. On top of all that, she has no clue about who she is. She does not know her name, where she is from, or how she got on the island. All she remembers is waking up on the island alone. The only clue she has about herself is the tattoo reading "Promise" on her wrist.
She looked up. The little sliver of sky above her has turned from a deep black to an indigo. Doubts about the approaching day crossed her mind. Scared tears fell from her eyes as she finally began to fall into an inescapable sleep.
Oh hai there! :3 This is my SECOND attempt at a Far Cry 3 fanfiction! I was not happy AT ALL with how the first one was going. Since I didn't feel like my heart was into it, I stopped and started from scratch. If my heart is not into it, that my viewers hearts certainly wouldn't be into it! Don't worry! I have a very good feeling about where this one will go! I would like to thank everyone for there support. Please follow and review! Vaas will be undoutably in the next chapter! Stick around! I love you!
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