Life on an island for me is lonely, harsh, but quite serene. I ended up here to explore a Japanese island with no longer people and life. But unfortunately, the boat that brought me was no longer seen! I still don’t know ‘till this day if the boat left on purpose, sunk, or some other unknown reason! The island is an old isle with trash, looks like people used to live here, (but since it’s so small, I’m predicting it held only held one-hundred people). Everywhere I spot it seems to have tall, compact buildings that have vines invading the houses with the faint smell of rust. The weather weekly is usually clouds covering up the sky, partly cloudy. I decided to place my home in an abandoned apartment that was five floors, though the top floor is slowly crumbling and rotting away. I might have to move to another building if something else happens! My daily routine consists of waking up with an old sleeping bag I found in an abandoned convenience store. After going to the edge of the island to get some salt water, I consider to make a fire to make the water drinkable. As well as to find a squirrel or a bird to cook and eat, though it is highly challenging. After eating, I do my best to search for any goods along the island’s shore and abandoned city. Once complete, I try cleaning up the isle here and there, (mostly the trash). After the sun sets, I eat once more before going to bed back in my sleeping back in the abandoned apartment room. What a stressful day!
A picture of the Japanese island: