The plane crashed, and I and more than 20 survivors were thrown by the waves to an uninhabited island.
On the fourth day after landing on the island, a light rain extinguished our only fire.
The firewood is all wet, the fire is cut off, the sea water is freezing, and heavy rain will come again at any time.
The shallow caves dug under the rock wall and the shacks built with palm leaves were our only shelters.
There is no signal, no ships, and rescue is far away.
Being hungry and being exposed to the rain is just the beginning.
Compared with the wild beasts and natural disasters on the desert island, what is more difficult to deal with is the group of people around us who are also struggling to survive.
Survival has become everyone's only obsession.
