Journal Of A Survivor.

CRASH! The plane has landed but in the roughest way possible, only one person has survived. Questions roam wildly in my head. Where am I? What happened? Is anyone else alive? Is this even real? I aimlessly walk around hoping to find something or someone that could help me survive, or to even get me out of here. Good news I had found some food on the plane, bad news everyone around me was dead, everyone but me. I had to survive all on my own…

I roamed around like an idiot. Scavenging for more food. All on my own, I was having a mental breakdown, but I had many reasons to after all I was in a jungle alone without knowing how to get out, and on top of that I got chased by different animals almost everyday, it was mostly monkeys. They drive me bananas. Once a panther was chasing me I’m just lucky to be alive right now. I was going mental because of these animals, if they couldn’t tell I could have gone mental on my own, but they just had to help go crazy.

This is the one morning I’ve woken up peacefully, and I thought it wasn’t going to stay like that so I didn’t get my hopes high. But today was a quiet day with no animals chasing me for once. At this point I thought today was a dream, and that it couldn’t get any better. That had just proved me wrong. I got much better, in fact I had found a jackpot of food on the plane, and even someone's empty notebook. I decided to use it as my own journal, you know in case someone found this place and I’m dead… At Least they would know someone survived, right?

DAY 1 : Technically it’s not my first day here so I guess it’s actually day 9 :


I know it’s a bit late to start a journal right now but I’m doing it anyway. Today seems like it’s going to be my one lucky day, because so much has happened, for one I found my new journal. I’m also not being chased by a monkey or something like that, and I hit the jackpot on food from the plane. So many more things have happened as well. But it would be too much for me to write, because writing can be tiring. 

After that day I would write in my journal everyday it was the only thing that kept me from going insane. Even if I get found, or escape this place I won’t stop writing in it until all the pages are full. I wrote in my journal everyday whenever I could. It helped me stay sane enough to survive for as long as I did. After around 50-ish days in that jungle my life will never be the same. That’s a once in a lifetime experience.


I wrote this based on my other short story call mental survivor. This has a similar story line to mental survivor expect the main character doesn't go crazy.