((Damn it, I had a thing planned with another person, but they stayed up all night and went to bed not long ago. Might have to do something slightly different now. ))
Geoff tiredly sat upon a log, listening to the birds calling from the trees. He hadn't been alone for so long in quite a while. He was worried he may not be able to make it back to the group.
Maybe he had to survive alone now, like he tried to near the beginning of his stay on the island. Now that the shock from the accident wore off for the most part--and after getting his ass kicked into gear by their encounters--he may be more fit to handle it.
No. No, he wasn't. Not enough, anyway. The moment he gets cocky is the moment some monster or manic cannibal tears his throat out. And no one will be there to stop it...