I stumbled upon the radio from the faulty plane dropped we crashed in. It had washed up on the shore about 3 miles from our camp. I panicked, grabbed it, and ran to the forest.
I tried to dig a hole with my wooden spear and eventually just started shoveling with my open hands. I threw the radio in, filled it back up with dirt, then threw some leaves on top.
Everyone else was desperate to get back to their families, to their lives. I had no family, my life was no better than it is here. As far as I was concerned, we had food, we had water, and I was still on vacation. I wasn't giving this up.
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