As I write this, it's currently 2:45 in the morning. I can't leave this building, it's my only safe spot.

I've been camping out in the janitor's closet for time now. It's rough, but everything essential is still with me.

I've lost my hope. Nobody has come near the island, not even those rescue helicopters they send out every once in a while.

The spiders that crawl around everywhere don't help with my case. Never got over my fear of them, and by all means I'm NOT going to get over it anytime soon.

During the day, I get my resources, and look for anything that could help me. I believe there might be flares somewhere on this resort, but I haven't found any yet.

At night, I hear sounds. I'm not sure what they are, but they sound like footsteps. Things moving. Doors. Nobody else is on this island, I know that for sure. I don't want to approach the sounds.

Because I know they're not from a person.

5/1/2015