I ran dodging fallen trees, and bushes. What was I running from? I did not know, but I knew I was too scared to stop running. Finally, exasperated from loss of breath, I turned around. There was nothing there… Another thought occurred to me, where was I? I looked around; I was in a jungle, with birds, and many trees.
I slowly walked back the way I came, this time hopping over fallen trees instead of jumping over them. I was tired from all the running, and trying to remember. I walked for at least an hour until I got to the shore. Does this mean I am on an island? My mind was still not clear as to what I was doing here. I searched my mind while walking around the land I did not know; I went all along the shore until I came back to the same spot I had started on before. I was on an island! To make matters worse, something was chasing me, and I did not know what. I did not know what I was doing here. In addition, I had not seen any signs of civilization at all.
I heard a growling sound. I looked up at the sky and I saw a flying leopard… Was I delusional? I looked down at the ground and blinked, but when I looked up it was still there. It started to land on the shore, but I ran away before it got the chance to land. I ran back through the woods again-I had now gone through that same spot three times-and hid behind a tree. I watched the leopard land and seven little plastic army men jumped out of the leopard. Okay, now I know I am delusional. The little army started to run into the forest, one of them saw me, so I ran away. Apparently, not fast enough, because one of them jumped on me.
I thought it was all over. I was done for. Instead of attacking me, the army man called his friends and they all came. Three of them held me down, while the rest looked at me. Slowly the army men began to change into real people. What was going on? The leopard began to change into a helicopter. I felt myself float above the ground, and slowly, but surely, I began to hear voices. They assured me that I would be all right. All right from what? I did not know.
Ten days later, I was well on the way to recovery. They had found me unconscious on an uncharted island. I was the only survivor of a plane crash, the doctors had said that before the plane hit the ground I had found a parachute and jumped out of the plane. The heat and blast of the plane hitting the ground had catapulted me to the opposite side of the island, than where the plane crashed. The weird thing is that after I hit the ground, I was unconscious the whole time until they found me, so they say. They all assumed it was brain trauma, and nothing else, everything I had seen had never happened according to them. I still remember all the memories of being on the island, and walking around on the island. After I was out of the hospital, I found out that they were making plans to chart the island. Yours truly asked if I could help. It took me about a week to chart the island, and I never even went on the island again to do it. I used my memories, and when some scientists went to the island, my map was 100% accurate.