premade profile by Chen

Day one
I need to keep track of the days somehow since my watch is partially broken and there’s no mobile phone reception here. Basically, the plane crashed. People have obviously (I found their tents around the place) scattered and are most likely trying to find help.

Who knows how long I’ve been unconscious for? I managed to find a couple of food bits and some water on the plane. It lasted about 30 seconds if that. Now that I’m thinking about it I should have eked it out a little bit…

I suppose I need to find something else to last me a couple of days while help arrives. Might take a while to find us all since we’ve all scattered around the place. Wish they would have stayed. Would be helpful if we were all in one group.

Day two
So I’ve discovered a couple of tents in the nearby area. I didn’t want to travel too far. I’m still quite weak- I guess I was out longer than I thought I was.

I slept in the plane last night. I didn’t feel safe there in the wooded bit near the tents. Just wondering why the people didn’t pack them up and move them along with them. I hope they are okay.

Found some food in their camp though which is good. My stomach is still rumbling a bit, but I’m going to have to pretend it’s not. I don’t know where the next source of food will come from.

It’s getting dark now. Seems to be dark most of the time here. I’m guessing it’s because of all the trees.BR>
Day three
Something odd happened this morning. It’s still day light out, but I feel unsettled. I’m not sure if it’s just my brain playing tricks on me because I’ve dehydrated it?

I found a beach not too far from here. I mean, it’s a bit of hike back up to the plane, but getting there is easy enough. The beach was littered in suitcases, so I opened up a few. Nothing much in any of them, some clothes and some snacks. I pocketed the snacks and took a jacket.

I can’t tell you how bad I feel about taking the jacket, but it gets mighty cold at night. So much for being a jungle.

Anyway while I was rifling around in those suitcases, I saw some people off in the distance. They were just walking around, three of them, in a group. They walked quickly, all of them looked healthy. All of them weren’t wearing too much either, the women were topless.

I waved over to them and they stopped. They didn’t come closer, they didn’t do anything. Just stared. I got uncomfortable very quickly and walked off, and when I looked back they were still there. The woman was crouching on the ground, the two men were standing upright, staring me down.

Needless to say, I’m pretty scared right now. I don’t know if they are some people on the plane that got a little jungle fever, but it was pretty off putting. I don’t think I’ll go back to the beach for a while, which is a shame as there were probably so many supplies there.

Day four
I’m starting to think that they won’t be coming to rescue me. Maybe they forgot about me. I’ve not seen any planes or air crafts since I woke up.

Day five
They’re here.
Day six
That was close. Those people came to the camp I have yesterday. They didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. Just stared at me. Got too close, too… I don’t know.

I’ve realised that they aren’t… Like me. They don’t speak in English, or a foreign language for that matter. They… Are a tribe. I suppose native. They scare me.
Day seven
I’ve seen some disturbing things and I’ve realised that I really, really need to get out of here. These people, tribes, whatever, they are dangerous and they take no prisoners.

Well they do. I found one. I went out walking today hoping to find more food, seeing as my snacks are now dwindled down to a couple of crumbs. I found a camp of theirs… they weren’t there, probably out hunting or gathering.

Anyway one of their tents, it has a cage encased it in. I found a body… It was a man. I recognised him from the plane, but couldn’t place his name. We’d talked, we’d laughed.

He was dead, mostly. He cried out when I found him. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t even put the chap out of his misery with no… anything.

I’m worried about what the heck is going on on this goddamn island. Where the hell am I?

Day eight
I think they know where I am camping out. Even if I move to a new place, they find me. I’m scared that this will be the end, and I’ll end up in a cage like that man.

I remembered his name, it was Charles. He was going to some exotic location to surprise his wife, who was in hospital out there. Apparently they had the best medical care. He really enjoyed salted caramel chocolate and had a penchant for his wife’s ears. He said they were dainty and always adorned with jewels.

I feel sick, and scared.

I hope you find the others.

Goodbye.

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THE TRIBE, A CASE STUDY

The Tribe are composed of around eight individuals (although there may be more). There seems to be a ratio of 6 males to 2 females. There are children, or the evidence of children, although they have yet to be discovered. It is assumed that they are protected in a well-hidden area, much the same as animals.

There are around 10 camps, or villages, on the island itself, although these are growing in number. The smaller camps consist mostly of tents and a fire pit. It is believed that they use these places simply to rest and recover their energy.

The villages are much more complex in nature. They have small mud huts littered around in a larger surface area. There is one tent in these villages which holds a cage, or prison. While in the camps they do not have any light apart from the fire pit, the village is littered with small torches and often set away from the darkness of the forest. The villages have small garden areas, where they grow the majority of their diet.

They will not harm the natural environment around them needlessly. They will only chop down wood that they need to make fires or homes for themselves. It appears, when they do this, that they will ‘pray’, although it is not conventional in nature. They will hold hands around the tree and begin to scream. It is alluring to watch.

The diet of the Tribe is mainly berries and leaves that they forage and grow in the villages. They will not eat the wildlife around them, mainly consisting of rabbits, as their diet is considered herbivore.

Although a peaceful group, the Tribe have been known to attack people or ‘outsiders’.

In 2009 there was a plane crash, and around 140 people were marooned on the island. Although some did manage to curve out something of a survival plan for themselves, others did not. The numbers of these individuals has been dwindling ever since. In 2013 the figures of these individuals was down to just 20.

Due to their nature and not wanting to waste any resources, it has been known that the Tribe will eat the meat of the individuals that they attack. They have learnt how to preserve the bodies with natural salt found on the beach.

Although many would consider this to be “cannibalistic” behaviour, it is not defined us such due to the nature of the Tribe. Although they have all of the physical characteristics of a human being, they do not speak and communicate in a way we will understand. Their structure of life is so basic, although complex at the same time, that they do not feel the moral grey area of eating another human being.

The tribe are, without a doubt, quite fascinating.