Chapter 1: 'Sociable'
His body malfunctioned. It chose to shut down, like a piece of machinery that just took too much and could handle it no longer. He finally came to, but not to the environment he expected. Instead of a more-than-cozy airplane seat with a tone of quiet chatter in the air, he awoke to the sound of a cacophony, the dissonance of shrieks and burning pieces of wreckage. Somehow, he brought himself up to his knees, shaking his head and holding his neck, where a nasty cut was left as a result of the crash. He was in a volatile, yet isolated, state.
Trudging around the beach, discombobulated and in pain, he looked around at all the people. Running around, shouting for others, just plain screaming. God, could these people just shut the fuck up? He thought to himself. He was never a fan of loud noises or the headaches they brought him. Struggling to stay upright, his legs gave in and sank. With a hard and heavy thud!, he hit the floor and blacked out to unconsciousness again.
"Are you awake?"
The tender, soothing sound of a woman's voice aroused him from his slumber, or rather, unconscious state.
He was greeted with the smile of a freckled-faced woman.
"I was wondering when you'd come to," she said. "You were out so cold, you didn't even notice that you were being stitched up," she continued, giggling just a bit.
Realizing that there was a bit of stinging pain on his neck, he put his fingers to where the cut was and realized that it was sewed up. He brought his hands to his face and analyzed them. No blood.
The woman held a tray of airplane food to him. "You must be hungry," she said.
He then realized his stomach was groaning in agonizing pain. The sun had set long ago and the moon took its place center stage in the pitch-black sky. He took the tray, and nodded. She stood up and was about to walk away, but just before she could turn her back, she was interrupted.
"Wait," he said, rousing her attention. Naturally, she turned around. "What's your name?" He asked. A natural introductory question to ask just about anyone, even hot, and at the same time modest, women on deserted islands.
She flashed a mischievous smile. "My name's Kate," she said. "And you?"
A tiny smile crept its way onto his face, and Kate surely noticed it too. "I'm Kevin," he replied.
"Kevin," she echoed. "You're pretty sociable," she said, chuckling. She turned back around and walked off.