Opening my eyes, sinking my hands into the hot, relaxing sand, I had a little clue were I was, but no idea what happened. Wooden planks, bottles and weapons were scattered acrosss the island while the sun beamed down burning my skin causing me to awake. An arlaming noise drew me to a nearby shelter, it had a draughty door with no possible entrance for the light. A phone was right in front of me staring into my ambitious eyes. Without hesitation I decided to pick it up. The mysterious figure just breathed heavily, then the call was ended with a scream. Suddenly I knew how i got here, I knew who got me here, I knew an assassin was after me now what do I do, how do I stay alive.