DIARY ENTRY #031 OF JASMINE VINSON

We all jumped. We all jumped like fools, right into the River of Styx, right into the water.

All the people who made it to the island with me are dead. Starved, killed, or eaten. I hid and survived. If anyone finds me…please return me to my brother John.

I could no longer continue documenting my inevitable death. Too depressing. I held my mind together by writing a story. I am no saint, but this is where I would want to go when I ...