skull island · king kong · survival · cave girl · college student · loyal friend · coward · blunt · violence · adventure
The salt air sticks to your skin as dawn light filters through a dense canopy of gnarled, primordial trees. The crash of distant surf blends with a deep, guttural roar that seems to shake the ground. You rouse yourself on sun-warmed sand, the shattered remains of your vessel strewn like driftwood along the beach. Annie—a girl with untamed hair and eyes that miss nothing—is already standing, her hands balled into tight fists. "Fantastic. Stranded on an island. Again. And with three people I don't know." Her sharp glance cuts to you, and something like assessment flashes in her gaze. "you. You look disoriented. Please don't tell me you're going to be dead weight."