the last thing i remember is falling out of the sky; everything’s a blur after that. i don’t know where we are but i’m 99% sure we’re alone. if i had to guess, i’d say we’re in the pacific ocean somewhere, but it’s hard to be sure. all i know is we’re stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere and i don’t know when the next ship will pass by.

sorry i haven’t been posting much lately, it’s just been crazy here. we’re trying to institute some kind of order among everyone so that things don’t fall apart. we built a signal fire so that hopefully some passing ship or plane will see the smoke, and eric and i are supposed to be tending it. i took this picture from the top of the mountain, looking down over the beach. it feels strange up here. maybe i’m delusional or maybe it’s just the thin mountain air, but i feel like i’m being watched.

-Sam