As he stared back at the numerous amount of people staring at him, questions flew this way and that;
"Hey! Where'd you come from"
"What happened out there"
Will said nothing, just stood staring back... Eventually a few words escaped his mouth... he was petrified; "I,I,I... came from the jungle... just woke up there..." he stopped, his face white as a sheet. With nothing else to say, he ran away from the rest of the intrigued survivors.
As he came to the edge of the sea, he settled down on the soft sand, thinking deeply about what he had just experienced. How did he know if the people in the jungle were different from those on the beach? The question circled his head, he felt alone... very alone.
((Ive decided to continue the RPG, this can be a sort of 'realisation period' for a few days (6 - 10?) where the survivors can adapt to the surroundings.))
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