Island

This is a sequel to Voyage into Apocalypse, and is written by me, Smith.

Seawater splashed across Orion's face, his hands brushing the stubble on his chin and singing the scars on his cheeks. He stood straight, ignoring the pain in his back. Looking out over the horizon, he sighed before turning back towards the beach and making his way through the light jungles that quilted this godawful island. He reached the inscribed stone and half-heartedly muttered the words to open it.

Inside, he crawled over to a chair and sat, as silence came swimming into the room. On the table lay a broken glass and an empty bottle of wine, beside which sat three rotting apples and a slice of hard bread.