It was the bright clear day of Saturday when the helicopter of my escape arrived on the small island. What was I exactly running from? I was just so sick of how evil the world turned and the ideals which it thrust upon every human soul. My depression and the evils of the world drove me to this island to find myself. This island is known as Alcatraz, located east of the Philippines. I thought it was the perfect resource to escape the influence of men. The island when I arrived was not lushes and green. The outer rink where I landed was a beach with not tan but rather cement color sand. I decided to explore the dried coconut trees that made up the rest of the island. The trees were particularly tall with leaves of brown and no fruit. The ground was rather rocky with large gaps. As I drew closer to the center of the island the light source astonishingly disappeared.
It gave me thoughts of turning back but my human interest just drove me further. The lack of light maybe the reason why the trees are so dry and parched.
I took two steps further only to fall into a ditch that I could hardly make out. I tried to move my legs but I began to sink as I resisted. It struck me immediately that I was in quick sand. I stopped my fluttering and resisted no more but still I sank deeper. I did not die as my brain feared but I descended into a level lower than the quicksand. I began to fall but it was more like gliding. I soon landed on my feet. I took three steps forward to explore the fortress and it felt like I was walking on air.