Jungle

Chan wasn't sure that he was feeling less anxious now when he know there were other people stranded on the Island too. He was still feeling lonely. Was he going to lose his mind? Maybe he already had..
Lately he would only wander in the jungle avoiding possible close meetings with other lost souls. Maybe there were ghosts after all. He sighed and threw another pebble in the water watching it jumping and waking up the sleeping frogs. One of them jumped right against him in its panic and landed on his knee. It was yellow and the color was screaming Danger but Chan was only afraid of ghosts lately.. He plunked a wide leaf and offered it to the small frog. Then had a long date that ended in Chan's bed in his house. And a long night of counting sighs.
The frog was still there when he woke up. It felt more than weird...

The raindrops started to fall down harder and as much as he wanted to stay closer to the bay, hoping to meet.. someone... he had to find shelter in the Jungle. The fear of the possibility to remain all alone here was stronger than any thought of danger hiding ahead.
Chan's small hopes grew when he spotted rope bridges hanging above. What a promissing trace to follow! They were too high tho, so he just tried to run under, rushing to nowhere. An unwelcoming tree house was built high in the branches. Then the bidges ended ripped off al of sudden and he didn't have a way anymore. His feet stuck in the mud and the darkness of desperation became thicker than the stormy sky. There were storms even in Paradise..
He just kept on wandring, unable to find a way back, aready cold and freezing, he just had to keep moving his feet through the watered soil. Until his eyes were captured by the view of something moving in distance. It was a curtain. He reached the small woodhouse which window was wide open and the wind was waving the curtains like flags. So Chan reached his second check point on the Island. And climbed in.