The Island, chapter 01

THE BEGINNING

Jimmy had a faint feeling that he was wet. He felt as if he were
surrounded by water, and it was reaching for him, trying to pull him
under, to reclaim him for its own. His head hurt, and he could not
yet see, nor remember anything. What was he doing there? Where
was there? The sunlight beating down on him blinded him, his eyes
hurt, as if they were being burned from their sockets. His lips were
parched, his mouth dry. He felt a heat rising from his body; it felt as
if he were on a large frying pan, his body’s moisture seeping away
from the heat of the pan, being absorbed by the harsh heat light.

A small wave crashed up and over Jimmy, bringing him closer to
total consciousness. The water felt good on his body, and some of it
entered his mouth, which is partially opened in an effort to suck
oxygen from this vacuum. When yet another wave of water came
crushing over him his body moved from the force of it and he was
rolled onto his side.

In this position the sun wasn’t so bad. The cool water seemed to be
helping him regain his strength. He opened his eyes, trying to get
them to adjust to what laid before him. Slowly, he began to focus on
a spot a few inches in front of him. It was sand. He was on a beach,
and he was laying on the shore, right at the point at which the waves
reached the beach sand.

As his eyes accustomed themselves to his surroundings, he turned
them to explore other things. As far as he could see ahead of
himself, there was beach. He could see the water line as it snaked
itself down the imperfect sand. Moving his eyes slightly along the
sand, he could see what seemed like trees. With a little more focus,
he realized that the beach gave away in that direction to what looked
to him like a jungle.


CHAPTER 1

“Where the hell am I?” Jimmy asked out loud, although his voice
was no more than a croak. Slowly he began to take stock of himself.
He wiggled his fingers and then his toes. It seemed as if everything
was there, and in working order.

Slowly he began to move his limbs. His first attempts brought on
stabbing pain. He thought that he must be badly hurt to feel so much
pain, however, the more he tried, he realized that his muscles were
what was aching. He felt like he did that time that he had lifted
weights with his friends, his muscles had hurt him after that.

This thought pleased him, but when he examined why, he found
that although he could remember the incident, he could not
remember the other boys. He knew that they were his friends,
however, he could not remember their faces, their names, or any
details about them. This confused Jimmy, however, he decided not
to dwell on all of that right then.

Eventually Jimmy was able to move. With what seemed like all of
the strength he had, he sat up, using his sore arms to balance
himself. Looking down along his body, he seen dark red skin. He
knew that he had one hell of a sunburn, and that it would be painful
as all hell when the sun went down.

Jimmy noted another thing. He was naked. He did not remember
what his clothes looked like, or really if he had any, but he knew
that he should be dressed, and not lying naked here on this beach,
not able to remember anything, with his body burnt to a crisp, right
down to his dick.

Over a period of ten minutes, Jimmy was able to half walk, half
crawl up the beach some, getting himself away from the water.