I didn't know what to do anymore, The plane crashed, here in some island.
My mate dead for all I know. Got rejected and here I am being miserable.
My mate was shot as we escaped the wrath of his ex-girlfriend, with an acquaintance.
I need to survive this, I must... but what else am I fighting for? When my mate is dead.
A corpse... a decaying corpse.
//Join this journey as how you survive, suffer, and feel sadness course through your body and the feeling of your dead mate, WARNING: GRAMMARS ARE NOT MY THING//
[Chapter 1: Edited]
[Chapter 2 : Edited]
[Chapter 3+ : Not edited yet]