Daniel Homocide
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As the soft wind of the east blew it's way across the Camp boundaries, Daniel Homocide appeared from his Tent, going for a nice stroll across the borders, nothing too deep at this time of the morning; ten AM is quite early for him as it is, but he doesn't mind getting up nice and early so he can see the early bird catch the worm, but he will mind getting up way too early and not even seeing anything worth being up for. Nonetheless, he was up, and that's all that mattered at that point in time, due to the fact he had nothing else to do, and it was one of those sunny days, so why not go out on a small adventure around the small island, which wasn't exactly small, but wasn't too big either.
As the wind blew, his trench coat fluttered around like a wild boar being chased by a mad hunter, his t shirt grabbing his torso tightly and his trousers half dancing and half grabbing his legs.
"Ah... this really is the life.. screw being at home."
He muttered smiling to himself; no buildings, no skyscrapers, nothing but nature, the perfect life for a naturist. He wondered what home would be like now, he hadn't bothered to try and be rescued for years on end, and not really any more people had turned up on the island, but you often get the odd burst of them, but then they disappear, usually a dead body might be found, but then that is cremated and scattered, so it is a huge mystery to him where they all come from; he came from a small boat, which capsized, and ended up being washed up at shore with all of his belongings. He found the whole entire array of events odd and disturbing, yet he wouldn't mention it, just in case it was another government thing which they would listen in on what he says and then place him in a nutters home. Not that he cared, but he didn't fancy living in one.
He grabbed his coat as he sat down, the dry grass cracking slightly under his weight, and he layed back. " Ah.. this is the life." He muttered, closing his eyes, basking in the morning sun, the birds chirping in the back ground, a relaxing morning for him to be in, until someone would come and disturb him that is.
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