The Island

Journal

Sunday, May 8

Have been here for 86... no 87 days. Last thing I remember was the engine hitting the water. And all the bodies floating.

Now there are 7 of us left. Little food, last pig gone.

I hear people whispering, conspiring. Must live. Remember home.

Tuesday, May 16

Susan started talking again. Thinks Vincent wants her dead. Asked me to kill him at night.

Whispers still in my ears.

Wednesday, May 24

Susan is dead. Vincent. Claire? No, Thomas.

Buried her under rocks. Survive.

Monday, May? June

Most gone. Just me Vincent Ash. No food.

Friday

Saw Susan in dream? I buried her. Im sorry.

Sunday

They are back. They are all back. Finish this. Thank y