Page One - In The Beginning...

It was now a year since the others had left the island. For 12 long months, Rory had been alone. Darn that storm that had come out of nowhere. Darn him being asleep when the others were rescued. Darn his 'mates' not remembering to take him with them. Was it on purpose? Where were they now? Would they come back? 

Did he want them to come back though? He had shelter, food, warmth and animal companions. Human interaction had become merely a distant memory. As he chalked his 356th tally on his 'Day Count' though it felt to him like a significant moment and indeed that was to be the case. 

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