Unfinished...like life

The vast sea stretches out before my withering eyes, how long have I been stranded here? Nearly a year I suppose, though I know it's only been a few days, I miss the life that I once had, the friends that I had made, but all of that is long since gone, everything I ever cared about was taken away before my very eyes in a tragic and horrible accident.

My grandfather once told me, that everything that you ever loved will be taken one day, and you will be left with nothing, but the memories. According to statistics, some commit suicide because they can't bare the silence. I have thought about suicide on countless occasions, but I could never go through with it, it defies my religion, am I to suffer here until I meet my untimely end? Am I to remain a prisoner on this island, never to return to the society that I was once so fond of? What has become of the world outside of this island? Has everyone dissapeared, like my parents after that explosion? I need the answers to these questions, but there is no one to answer them, just me and the birds and fish in the sea, and the occasional crab that scuttles across the warm sands.

I remember the day of the explosion as if it occured only yesterday.

It was a bright sunny morning, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, nothing ever did in this dull city, except for the billowing smoke escaping from the smokestack of the abandoned powerplant up on old Cobbles hill, no one seemed to notice it, because there was no fire trucks, ambulances, or even patrol cars, stationed near it. People just went on with their business, paying no mind to the problem at hand, unaware that it would be too late when they actually acknowledged the threat at hand.

Anyways, the smoke seemed to collect in the air above the building, deep within it's murky gas, a dark figure moved among the smog, I blinked my eyes, when I opened them, I saw nothing. I wondered, was something there among the fog, or was it just my eyes playing tricks on me, as they so often do.

That's when hell broke loose, the streets began to split, fire spewed forth from manholes, the air was filled with ashes, the smoke became thicker shrouding the sky in total darkness. One thing after another occured, what happened next would change the town forever, wether it survived or withered away out of existence.

The powerplant imploded, remnants of steel mesh and wire were flung over fifty yards, some caught passerbys, sending them to the ground like animals, wrenching and twisting about, dying slowly, blood rushing out onto the cool pavement, as it seeped through the cracks. Heads rolled, literally, I turned around to see a man ripped in half before my eyes, blood sprung from his open chest spattering the finely washed windows of the bakery, I closed my eyes, tried to turn around, but it was too late, the warm blood splashed into my face and hair. I could hear their pleading screams calling out for help, but I backed away into the alleyway, so that I would not have to look at the foul things that these normal people had become, the gruesome bloody beasts reaching out to me. Ignoring their pleas, I turned around, opened my eyes and ran, ran like I never had run before, not glancing back, ignoring the people hiding in the alleways, until I ran into something that knocked me back.

I winced at first, then looked up into a shadow like figure with two large glowing orbs, the features were impossible to see, so I couldn't explain what it was. The eyes felt as if they were burrowing into the depths of my soul, freezing me in place, I tried desperatley to climb back on my feet, but went down as a trash can exploded throwing me back, I turned around onto my back and looked up, the creature was gone, I felt as if I was going to hurl, then all of a sudden it started to get darker, I slipped into unconsciousness.

When I awoke I was here, on this deserted island, out in the middle of nowhere, waiting to be rescued like the crew of Gilgan's Island, though it's different, because I'm the only one, or so I thought.

Two nights ago I came across a footprint, it appeared to be a man's, but it could have been anything, maybe an ape or some kind of primate that was left behind to repopulate it's species.