that's what Enid said to herself everyday ever since the plane went down. Isolation was not a problem for her. She was a writer she talked to herself all the time before now wasn’t any different. Or at leas that is what she told herself to stay sane.
Everyday she did what she had to do to survive and everyday she tried to find away out of the jungle. She had not slept for two days because she knew there was something out there following her and she could not let herself sleep.
Out of sure paranoia every time she was on a plane she made sure she always had a notebook and pen with her. She always had this inane fear that a plane would crash. And well it did and her note book and pen was one of the few things that she had left with her.
Enid was about to give up while she was walking aimlessly through the jungle exhausted and starving when she heard, when she thought she heard water.
She stopped and listened then looked at the ground. There were bits of sand mixed in with the dirt. Stumbling she started to run to the clearing of the trees and out onto the warm white sands. Enid collapsed onto her knees looking out at the ocean.
She brought her hand up to her locket. That one other thing that made it with her after the plane went down. The locket with the picture of her birth mother in it. The women who she was going to meet when the plane went down.