If I was stranded with my classmates on a deserted island, I honestly don’t know what I would do. In my mind, it would most likely happen like we were going on a field trip or something and then a natural disaster struck or the plane starts to crash and has we’re falling to our deaths the teacher reaches the life raft, and instructs us all to get in and somehow we land in the middle of the ocean then we drift against the current to an island in the middle of nowhere. As we come to the realization that we’re indeed shipwrecked on this unknown island with only god knows what vicious animals or beast, I come to the consciousness it’s me against them. Only one of us will make it off this island to tell this story, so start to conduct my plan, I venture off alone into the unknown and set up camp. My survival instincts began to kick in and I realize what needs to be done in order to survive this nightmare; I begin to scrap up all savable items such as: first aid, food, water and other basic necessities. After about two weeks of being castaways, I began to run low on food and water, I start to think this is the best time to set me plan into motion. I see one of my former classmates going into the forest and I know it’s now or never, I must act now. As I follow him into the forest, he stops at a small pond like area and I attack, from behind I slit his throat with a handmade knife I made my first night on the island. I drag his body off to the side of a tree so no one would notice him, I would return later to retrieve his dead body. I make my way back to the campsite, to insure that no one would notice I was missing and once they began to suspect anything I would have already moved on to my next target. The sun starts to set, and no one has mentioned this missing classmate instead I spot two more classmates going into the forest, and I know it’s time to act again. I notice that their moments from discovering the missing classmates