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Ranboo woke up slowly. He moved a hand to cover his eyes from the blinding sun. Suddenly, he realized something important. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Now, he didn’t know where ‘here’ was or where exactly he was supposed to be (that in of itself was mildly concerning, but he had bigger issues right now) but he knew that those two variables didn’t match.
He stood up from the wooden raft he was laying on and stumbled to the grass. Looking at the raft and the beach it was on, he drew a terrifying conclusion. He got shipwrecked.
He checked the pocket of his pants for his phone but recoiled when he felt something cut him. The device’s screen was cracked, and it had cut his finger. Being infinitely more careful, he extracted remains of the device from his pocket. It was busted.
He looked around, planning his next move. He didn’t hear any voices and the island appeared to be deserted. He needed food and shelter. Food wouldn’t be a problem though considering the grove of pear trees ahead of him. Shelter though....
After walking around for a while, he found a small cave in the side of a hill. No, cave was an overstatement. Ranboo decided he would have to make do though.
Ranboo spent the most of the day gathering pears and sticks. He built a primitive shelter by leaning sticks on the side of the rock face. He didn’t know how to do anything more than that, and all of a sudden he wished he did. After attempting to make a shelter he let himself sit for a while and zone out.
As the sun started to set Ranboo realized that they were thirsty.
Oh. I need water. I forgot about that.
Ranboo got up and started his hunt. He found a small brook.
Running water is good. You’re less likely to get sick.
He didn’t know where he learned that, but he sure felt thankful.
As he laid down on the rock floor of his little shelter he wondered if anyone was searching for him. And if anyone would ever find him.
He hoped so.
Ranboo was really worried and really, really scared. He chose not to think about that though. He looked over at the rock face. Four lines were scratched into it. Four days of being stuck on this little island. There was nothing around for miles except open ocean.
Last night a storm had hit and left Ranboo soaked and without food or shelter. In desperation and with hunger gnawing at his stomach he decided to try to shake down a pear from a tree.
All he got at first were a few sticks but suddenly he saw a flash of gold and brown. He looked down in surprise, but before he could even process the situation a buzzing sound filled his ears and his nerves lit up in pain. He screamed, but there wasn’t anyone around to hear anyways.
Ranboo had shaken down a wasp’s nest.
As the swarm attacked him the world started to spin and the edges of his vision became fuzzy.
Uh oh-