Dear diary,
My name is Alex and I'm an adventurer. At least, I think I am. I mean, why else would I be here?
Sorry, I'm a bit confused. I woke up on a beach a couple of weeks ago with barely any memory - all I get are flashes of the life I must have lived before I washed up on here. It took me a week to remember my name, but fortunately the important things came back quickly, like hunting for food and building crude huts.
The little I remember of my past life is that I was happy, had a nice home and people around me that I considered good friends. A contrast to my current situation, where I'm alone and living in a cold, stone hut. I haven't seen a single soul in the short time I've been here. I hope that's not an omen of things to come. If it is, well…
Anyway, memories. The most powerful memory I have is also the most frustrating. I remember starting a journey, but the destination and the reasons for taking it are a mystery, as is the reason why I'm here with no sign of a ship or other people around me. Is this empty land the intended destination, that I've simply become separated from my fellow travellers? Or did something happen to the ship and I've drifted far off-course to land here? I want to know what happened and if there's any survivors or even a way back, but I have the horrible feeling that I won't any time soon.
I try not to dwell on that too much, it's rather depressing. So, in the morning I'm going to explore the area and hope I can figure out where to go, or better yet find any signs of life besides the chickens and pigs and monsters. I hope that one day my memories will come back to me, but until then all I can do is survive and search for civilisation.
Fortunately, I must have lived off the land in some fashion because the basic survival skills are coming to me as naturally as if I'd been performing them all my life. It's a good thing too, as I have no memory of doing them and would likely have died by now without my instincts guiding me.
Oh yes, before I forget, I've started the dates on the day I arrived to help me keep track of my time here. I don't know why, but it comforts me to know what day of the week it is.
It's getting dark and I want to get to sleep before the monsters come out. At least I'm safe in my hut. My first attempts were little more than dirt and wooden hovels, but I quickly learnt or remembered how to mine and use stone so that now I'm in a hut that won't be knocked down by the zombies out there. But I can't stay. The monsters are coming every night now and I don't know how long I can survive here. I need to start moving so that I can search for my fellow travellers or, better yet, find a way home, using or building shelter as I go. It's going to be tough, but I won't find anyone if I just sit here.
I'll write when I can, see you soon.
Alex