7:15am, Day 1

"Whoa!" Zach said. He was standing at the edge of a field and only 100 yards from him were dinosaurs. He didn't know what kind, though. They had long necks that stretched forwards instead of up, with whiplike tails, with a row of spikes. The dinosaurs were beautiful. Beasts such as them were amazing and perfectly balanced with nature.

No wonder they made a park, he thought. He sat down and walked them march across the land.

Crunch, crunch.

Zach jumped up and turned around. He saw before him another contestant, a black man with dreadlocks.

"Whoa, man, don't sneak up on me like that," he said, "You gonna kill me?"

"No."

"Good. You better not."

The man looked behind Zach and his eyes widened.

"Are those…"

"Dinosaurs. Yup."

"Awesome!"

"What's your name?"

"Tim."

"Cool. I'm Zach."

Tim looked at the dinosaurs. "Wanna follow the herd? We'll be safe from predators."

"Sure."

They approached the dinosaurs, light on their feet, and silent. Around the dinosaurs flew flies and mosquitoes, which were hastily caught by small pterosaurs. They fell into line with the dinosaurs, near the edge of the herd. They paid little attention to the two humans.

"They've probably never seen a human before," Tim said.

"They don't seem scared."

They walked alongside them. The vibrations of the feet shook Zach.

"What are you going to do with your million dollars," Tim asked.

"Whoa, dude, let's not jinx it."

"Oh, sorry. But I was thinking about taking my family on a cruise or to Disney."

"Cool man."

"What would you do?"

"Dunno. Buy a new surfboard. Get a surf shack."

"You surf?"

"Yeah. I live in San Diego. We got good waves."

"Cool. I live in a small town in Wisconsin."

"Nice. Is it cold up there?"

"Yeah. Even though I've been living there my whole life, it always feels colder every winter."


Patrick was by a stream. He had found a canteen in a bag and was filling it.

I need a water purification tablet! he thought, and soon.

He walked along the side of the stream. "The sound of rushing water, it's, it's, it's like music, echoing in my ears."

About a quarter mile later, he came across a massive tarp covered thing. "What is this?" he asked. It took him a while, but he finally got the tarp off the thing. Under it was an off-roader. It looked new, probably three or four years old. He climbed over the door and into the drivers seat. The keys were nowhere to be found.

"Damn."

He did what he didn't want to do, look in the airbag. He didn't find the keys, but a note that said:

The keys are in the glove compartment.

Patrick slid over to the next seat and reached for the glove compartment. It was locked. "Damn."

Well, it's a good place to rest, for now.

The car was bound to attract predators and humans alike, but Patrick decided to stay anyway. He looked in the back and noticed some purification tablets. Conveniently there for some weird reason. Probably because the stream was only 100 yards away.

He lay down, his body stretching across the first two seats, and yawned. Pretty soon, he was asleep.


There was a car up ahead. Yes! Seth continued walking towards it, short sword in his hand. It was the equivalent of winning the lottery. And with this car! He was now the Bill Gates of the island! He reached the car and climbed into the backseat. Wait, there was someone in the front!

Food!

He crawled to the man. A smile crept across his face. He raised his sword, ready to kill. Then he noticed the man's eyes, open. The man screamed. Seth jumped back. The man jumped out of the car. Seth followed.

"Come back here!"

The man just kept running. Seth picked up the pace and was soon upon him. The man swung around and hit Seth with a canteen on a string.

"Argh."

Seth jumped at the man, knocking him to the ground. The man punched Seth in the jaw. Seth put his knees on the man's legs and raised his sword as if to kill the man. The man punched Seth again, and raised his knee to hit him in the crotch.

Pain flooded through Seth, who fell off. The man jumped up (as did Seth). The man swung his canteen, and Seth successfully dodged. Then Seth swung his sword towards the man. The man held up his canteen and the sword went through it. Water started dripping onto the ground. Seth pulled his sword out, giving the man a chance to push him over.

Seth hit the ground and grunted. He sat up and saw the man running away.

A chance wasted! Shit!


"Wow. Seth is crazy," Harald said.

"Well, he is looking for food I bet," Genevieve said, "Anyways, most of these games have…"

"A psycho, yes, I know. But, wow, only 90 minutes in. "

"Hey, Patrick isn't dead."

"Yet, anyway."