Project Theta 27

You enter the blue door, and suddenly find yourself in the middle of the ocean, grasping a couple of wooden boards latched together. The ocean is calm, and you spy the sun setting on the horizon. The sun will set soon... and you remember of your fear of being in deep water. You stick your face below the water, looking down to the fathomless depths that lead to... nothing. You take your head out with a rush, and gasp with fear. You fear of what is down there, of a shark that will suddenly come out of the depths and swallow you.

It has been 2 days, under the sweltering sun, and your cheek fells raw from resting on the board. You fell hungry, and your skin is full of blisters.

2 more days have passed, the only food you have had was a strange fish that ventured close to your raft. You ate it raw.

You retreat to some place distant in your mind, where you wait, hoping for rescue. You loose track of time, something that has been happening a lot since you were captured. Images of cool, frothing ice cream and crispy bacon flash through your mind, and fluffy kittens. You reach for the kittens, wanting to feel their fur and lick its tail... wait a second... WTF!? What are you thinking!? Licking a kittens fur!?!? You F***ing retard! You snap out of it, and find yourself on an island. Your stomach rumbles, reminding yourself of your ever-growing hunger. But you feel tired. A tireness tugging at your mind.