• darkness. emptyness. what?..
    as my eyes got lighter, i thought. i was dazed. my head was dizzy and i was seeing double. ''my head...'' i said, carefully putting my hands against the ground.
    i grasped the ground. what? grains.. wet.. i opened my sticky eyes. i touched the ground again. where am i? i said. as i concentrated on it i saw a very bright brown substance.
    i took a handful of it. i knew what it was. sand. it was sand. but how? where am i? my feet were numb and cold. i was at the shore. i carefully crawled onto the beach.
    the sun was roasting me. my throat was dry. as i stood up on my knees, i felt sick. i started coughing water. i washed my face with ocean water and completely stood up.
    i was alright. exept for that bruise on my cheek. i was annoingly painful. i didnt give it too much attention though. i looked around. no one. no civilisation. just bits of the tail
    of the plane.and a few windows. i got it now. it came all to me. i crashed. i crashed on a plane 855 routed to sydney, australia. i was supposed to meet my mom there.
    with my friend. where is he? with 200 people on the plane i was the only one? only one to survive? i got stronger. but i was still thirsty. i ripped a piece of a branch off. it was
    sharp enough in the end. carellessly i started heading inland. after few minutes walk i found a source of freshwater. i drank and drank and drank alot. i suddenly stopped.
    cold sweat ran through my chest and back. there was someone behind me. i felt a cold grasp on my back. i whooped my stick behind me without looking what it was. i heard a loud and powerful smack.
    i kept on hitting my attacker. i was tired after i finnished. my hands and stick were bloody. i threw the stick into the branches. oh my god. it was a human! it was a spanish man with brown
    trousers and a chaki tee. no. not spanish. more like mexican. what the hell, i dont care. some kinda latino. he had no tags on his clothes. but they looked new. he also had
    a swiss army knife in his hand. i suddenly felt gushing blood out of my shoulder. the t**t slit me. i took his knife and ripped off a bit of his shirt and tied it around my shoulder.
    i filled a bottle i found back at the beach with water. i slowly headed back to the beach. it was morning. about 10am or something. i was shocked after what happened. i just
    opened the leaflet i found in his pocket. it was a crumpled but carefully folded yellowish piece of a4 paper. it said: ekkho 4am. what? what or who is ekkho? 4am? i was confused.
    i needed to rest. but my heart jumped to my throat as i saw some one on the beach. another intruder? i ran to him with now my swiss knife but someone grasped me from behind.
    i elbowed him in the face from behind. i heard a yelp. ''what the f**k was that for?'' i heard a fammiliar voice. the sillouette on the beach ran to me and whacked me on the head with something heavy.