A Story A Day. Story 164 of 365: Escape.

There was no point in running, she knew that, yet she felt compelled to get closer to the beach, into the open. If someone had told her she would be the last survivor, she would have laughed. A city girl, with no knowledge of the wild. And there she was, running for her life, chased away by the predators of the island. There were fifteen of them when the ship sank, more than two months before. Some died from injuries, some died of disease, most died because of the animals. The predators were something no one had seen before, big, fast, and unstoppable. She knew running was pointless, but she still had some survival instinct in her. She could almost feel the breath of the enormous male that was chasing her, on her heels. As she was preparing to die fighting, a strong sound startled her. The beast fell on the floor lifeless. Looking around her she realized she was no longer alone, someone had gone to her rescue.