Post by Hillcrest Staff on Jun 6, 2008 19:30:47 GMT -5
In the year 2003, a commercial plane went down on a small remote island. It carried 253 people on it. Only 126 survived the crash. The elderly didn't survive long, and that brought numbers down to 79. When winter came, the infants slowly died off as well. That left 62. When Spring came, they found the horses. Wild horses that didn't seem to mind humans, although they had probably never seen one before. Then they had all that they needed. They had established a community, with jobs and a town council and everything else they could ask for, and now they had transportation. But just as they were starting to tame the horses, rescue came. Some people were extremally glad to leave, but some didn't want to. Some stayed. Word of the peaceful island soon spread and people came to live on it. Some of the original people are still there, but a lot of people moved, purposely, from the mainland.