How fantastic, a book! I observed the wreckage and noticed it sitting on the metal of the plane. I was the lone survivor. Until I can locate food, I refuse to even write what will become of the casualties.
Still no food nor water, but I managed to make a form of prod with a palm sapling and a large tree to sleep under
At last, A spring! After all this time, water is found. Food however, is no more than a few grubs. I started a small living hut with much room for expansion.
My food is getting stale and I can’t preserve it. I made a rock message saying SOS on the beach.
I’m getting worried about my sanity. Living on a desolate island is hard on the mind. I did find a wild boar, so I will hunt that tomorrow.
The boar nearly killed me, but he did lead me to grubs. I have no choice.
My hut fell down. Mmm… Grubs….
I-I-I Heard V-V-Voices… But n-n-not from out th-th-there… from in h-h-here…
ThE ClowNS ArE HEre! i CAn SmeLl iT!
WHEE!! I LIKE BOOKS!!!
CARS!! I SAW CARS IN THE WATERY THING!!
CLOWNS!! CLOWNS!! CLOWNZZZ!!!
There’s a stain on page 14… looks like white face makeup
I SAW TH ! THEY
TRIED Y JOURNAL
BU IT WITH MY LIFE!
The Clown’s scared the sense back into me. I don’t know if they were real or not, but no matter what, I will hunt them down.
Day 16 on is coated in red
I found their living quarters. It’s a big building with a big metal tower. I’m going there tomorrow.
I slept behind the building. I’m going in with my prod.
THEY STAGED ME! NOW THEY ARE GONE!! AND SO AM I!
The journal was found on the set of “Survivors”