A red-eye flight at three in the morning, a once-in-a-century super typhoon, twenty passengers fell from an altitude of 10,000 meters into a pristine coast forgotten by civilization. No signal, no rescue, no return date.
Fresh water, a campfire, shelter - the initial struggle to survive unites a group of strangers. But when food becomes increasingly scarce, and when the seriously injured become a burden, the thin shell of civilization peels off layer by layer under the dual pressure of resources and desire. Once trust is broken, it can never be repaired.
Ten years later, a passing research vessel discovered this stretch of coast. Only three people made it out of the jungle alive.
"The wilderness never actively kills people. It just strips off all your disguises and then quietly watches - to see what you will become."
