Book of Darkness

When I regained consciousness, I felt as if all the bones in my body were broken into pieces, and even my fingertips were not controlled by my brain. Although my breathing was weak, my voice was so heavy that it hurt my eardrums.I straightened my back, opened my eyes and looked around. The sandy beach was not yellow, but a strange white with gray shadows, extending into the distance a hazy yellow image illuminated by the setting sun. , the distant and deep cold turbulent waves rolled near the shore, let out waves of low-pitched roars, and swayed back and forth between the reefs, as if they were probing the temper of the island, advancing and retreating, washing the colorful shells and round pebbles .There was a fiery red light faintly flickering behind a high slope, but it was completely engulfed in an instant.I secretly guessed: that is our plane!Really crashed!

Is this an island?There can't be any continents nearby. This is not the age of great exploration when new continents were discovered hundreds of years ago. The world map will not allow us to find new worlds out of thin air.There are as many islands in the Pacific Ocean as there are stones on the side of the road, vast as the sea of ​​stars, where am I?It's so desolate, it doesn't look like Hawaii.Indeed, uninhabited islands still exist in large numbers in this era.It suddenly occurred to me that there might be some weird thing running out of the depths of the night on the island.I thought of Treasure Island, Two Years Vacation, The Island of Dr. Moreau, Lord of the Flies...

My mind is so messed up.

I looked up to find comfort in the faint sunshine that broke through the rain for the first time: this is a large piece of virgin forest that has not been logged, lush and green, stretching for several kilometers, winding along the ridge to the north, covering the beach and listening to the tide cliff with rich greenery. The villages below are separated.The steep and steep valleys seem to arch out of a green forest ridge, full of rough granite and conglomerate, and occasionally a few hares and smaller rats and insects haunt unknown red wildflowers.On the other hand, beside the long river in an island, there are terrifying swamps where not a single blade of grass grows, where people's imagination of horror can be used to the extreme, such as imagining that there are countless snakes twisted together.

Gradually, the afterglow of the light yellow sunset at the junction of the sea and sky is slowly restored to the sharpness of the golden glow, pouring out an incomparably gorgeous halo, like the red face of a newborn baby, blooming with natural and holy beauty.The verdant and dense forests in the west are dyed red, like the primitive vegetation of Mars imagined by science fiction writers in the [-]th century.The smooth pebbles and fine sand are like the skin just soaked in a hot bath, giving people an illusion of elasticity.The soft and quiet feeling when the soles of my feet fell together made me calm down from being lost, and I forgot my fear and sadness, as if the astronauts who landed on the moon walked in the void under the constraints of extremely small gravitational force.Perhaps only in this way can the survivors in human history deeply appreciate the freedom of the original wildness being released.In this materialistic and rapidly developing human society, freedom has long been abandoned far, far away. It seems to be just an ancient myth handed down, making people doubt whether it really existed.

Suddenly, I felt something was wrong, and then I was really surprised: it was still the area where the sea and the sky meet. Although the sun had broken free from the rainy night and released its brilliance powerfully, it seemed that there was always a very unnatural film-like The mist puts a shackle on it, so that I can only feel its magnificent light and momentum, and I can see the surrounding situation clearly, but it is difficult to really appreciate its heat. It can be said so harshly, the mist is like Like a sieve of silk, only the outline of the sun was given to my pupils.This superficial sunshine made me unable to get real warmth, and even a little bit cold.

I touched my body, and there was no injury, only a few skin scratches, which is a miracle.But I can't be happy - where is this?If I have been living here, is it dead or alive?No matter how beautiful its scenery is, it can never replace a convenient human society.

I searched through my clothes and found nothing but a few sheets of paper and a pen.I decided to climb up the cliff and look down to see if there were any survivors where the plane fell. Otherwise, I would not dare to approach the plane, fearing that it would explode twice or three times like in the TV, killing those who wanted to get close to it.

After I climbed to the top of a not-so-high cliff panting like a cow, I was shocked again before I could take a few breaths: there are more than 20 planes that can be seen below the cliff!There are also many boats of different sizes.Not only are they different styles, some are as new as our planes, while others have been turned into a horrible antique by plants.

Suddenly, I saw a strange flesh color in the place where the rocks overlapped under the cliff, so I hurried over to have a look.In the process of running, I felt that there was nothing wrong with my muscle strain. I could survive intact. It was the probability of one in hundreds of thousands that became a reality. I couldn’t help but praise God—this is me. First compliment, how lucky I am!An uncontrollable excitement made me laugh out loud.

When I got closer, I realized that it was "Tofu". Of course she has a real name, but I can't say it, so I will use my screen name instead.I found that her calf was slightly injured and she was in a semi-conscious state, so I shook her quickly.Seeing that she was still awake, he turned her over in desperation, turned her upside down, took a deep breath, and kept telling himself: I am saving lives!Aim at her mouth and pour it down, ah...! !I touched women's lips for the first time, how soft...!It feels so good!I put aside these distracting thoughts, several times in a row, and then strengthened my courage, and squeezed her chest hard.Her wet clothes stuck to her body, revealing her beautiful curves.I didn't know what to do, my heart was beating wildly because of the soft elasticity, but fortunately she woke up slowly, otherwise I must have fainted too.

This is reality.Tofu didn't slap me away as hard as on TV. Although she should understand my behavior, she probably couldn't use any strength.After she saw the surrounding environment clearly and quickly understood our situation, she couldn't help but shed tears, but after all, she was injured and couldn't concentrate. She wanted to cry out loud, but couldn't.

I helped her up and said, "You wait here, I'll look for it and see if there are any survivors..."

In addition to tofu, I finally found three female colleagues: leeks, peppers and noodles.They were all asleep, in different positions. Among them, "Chili" was the most injured. The middle finger and ring finger of her right hand were both broken, and she was in a coma from the pain. I simply bandaged her to prevent the wound from being infected. This isolated island without medical care can only be left with disabilities.In addition, other passengers on the plane, including the rest of our colleagues in the neighboring departments, and the leader "grout bag", all disappeared into the sea with the tail of the plane...

I've seen a lot of stories of desert island survivors trying to make ends meet, but only if they always had something useful to salvage from crashes and shipwrecks, and ours is a burned-out skeleton.Even if there are large animals on the island, we don't have any weapons to hunt them, and if there are fierce carnivores, we can't resist them.Once no one finds us for a long time, our thin clothes can't resist the severe cold in winter.We must leave before winter arrives!What to do now is to find drinking water, make simple tools for hunting and self-defense, quickly start building a large raft, and go to sea as soon as possible.

The four female colleagues all woke up one after another, but none of them was crying or terrified. Instead, they hugged their legs in unison, resting their chins on their knees in silence.I think, maybe they, like me, have been occupied by happiness instead of pain, after all, we still have life!

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