Perilous Journey on a Deserted Island

Faced with a threat to our survival, how can we turn things around? On the third day of surviving on a deserted island, I found Chen Xuan in a crevice between the rocks.

She was curled up in the shadows, her wrists and ankles covered in raw, bloody abrasions, yet her eyes shone with a frightening intensity.

“This island is a prison,” she rasped. “There’s a beach in the southeast buried in white bones, and dried heads hanging in the northwestern jungle.”

“But we have a chance. On the fifteenth of every month, a cruise ship docks to replenish its ‘new stock.’”

That night, I dismantled our only lighter and wrapped copper wire around the surveillance cables.

As the monitoring room’s alarms flashed, I smiled faintly at the nearest red dot. “Let the game begin.”

Suddenly, every camera on the island went dark at once. In the distance, the financial tycoons screamed in terror...