I will be creating a diary of a survivor of Flight 815, named Noah. Here is day 1:
DAY ONE (September 22nd, 2004; 6p)
Today, my plane freaking crashed on an island. This really sucks. I miss my life already. But, the island's alright. I found a blank journal. Thought, "What the hell..." Some fat guy was passing food. We talked for a while and then he left. It's getting dark. I'm gonna try to make fire. This airline food tastes like shit. Well, I guess this was kinda a short entry but...Not much has happened. Hopefully, we'll get rescued soon.