A line of light cut across the distant sky.
As the first ray of morning light shone upon the island's edge, the entire island began to rumble.
The island's feeding points, which were the five great mountains, started to emerge, reverting to their original forms.
To see them move again would take another year.
The tremors of the entire island naturally woke the passengers resting by the plane wreckage.
Last night, many were injured in fierce conflicts, but many others were well-fed.
It was only one meal, but it was enough to pass an evening by the fire without hunger.
However, it was just enough to stave off hunger; due to a lack of firewood, the bonfire extinguished in the middle of the night.
The cold wind cut the skin like a knife, with the chill seeping into the bones.
People divided into small groups, helping each other. In the group led by the crew-cut guy, for instance, when the fire was dying, they all pitched in to gather branches from the woods.
