Human

I heard the shout again.

Illegible but.... Human.

Definitely human.

My mind buzzed, I felt my jaw drop at the thought.

But I was alone, my head said, no one else survived the plane crash...
I buried each one myself...

It was Day 56, and more. I'd stopped counting, because that was the end; there was no one else but me.

But there he was - slipping from the trees on to the golden sands. Bare foot, spear in hand, copper skin laced in tattoos, muscles rippled across his bare chest.

Large, dark eyes met mine before casting his gaze down to my feet and back. Suddenly I felt self-conscious in my torn rags, sweat-soaked and grim, my underwear clearly on show.

An uncontrollable hand flew up to feel my knotted hair, once smooth, long, curled... Now bunched, salt-crusted and sun-bleached.

He took a step forward. The intimidating intensity on his face made me step back.

He stops, face softening a little. Confusion? I frown.

"Who are you?"

His face mimics mine, replying in words I don't understand.

He reaches out a flat palm to me. Rough, dark skinned and inked with swirls.

I walk forward, on impulse, place my hand in his. For a moment, I feel the heat of his sun-kissed skin as his fingers close tight around mine.

And then he turns, runs - dragging me into the trees...