Day 1:
I must write.
I am on an island.
I must write.
That is the one thing driving me, I must write down everything. What happens, my thoughts, just everything. I don't remember anything, anything at all. I know basic things, I know this is grass, this is a tree, but I don't know my name or anything about the world outside. All I know is that I must write.
I must write.
I have gathered some wood. Strange how I know that this is wood, but I have no memory of how I know this. I need to survive, I need to feed. There are some animals around here. There are pigs, there, are cows, I even see a few wolves. I only have one piece of paper, I wonder how I'm going to write down all I want to, for I must write.
I must write.
I killed it. I am not proud of it, but I killed the pig that came close. I was hungry, and hunger can drive you to do crazy things. But I am no longer hungry. I made a camp. I have successfully dug myself into a hill, with a makeshift door to cover the entrance. I have a few torches in here and a fire going. My main focus is keeping the fire going, and writing, I must write. Without the fire, I have no heat, without the heat I have no food, and without food I have no life. I also have light, there are more animals outside, I can hear them moving around. They don't sound dangerous, otherwise they would have tried to get in. I am so scared, but I must write. I am tired, things are happening way too fast.
I must write.
I must write.
I must write.