We see several ships entering a section of water that is darker and shallower than the others.

One hundred outcasts and loners are on these ships, all of them having done something that society did not enjoy. Wether it be arson, murder, or theft, these people have been given nothing except for a few tools for some.

These outcasts touch down on the beach, and immediately begin clamoring over something, with one young man and his sister soon leaving the group.

"Rhys, shouldn't we have stayed back at the landing site? I think it'd be safer," the girl said, nervous, her brother on the other hand, fucking loved this new place he was in.

"You can go back, I'm just gonna try surviving this hellhole of a place," Rhys said, using a hatchet to cut open a small dead tree, "just try not to get attacked, alright Lisa?"

Lisa, Rhys's sister, did not take kindly to that, "I came with you because I knew you, and you're saying I should go out and do things with other people?!"

Rhys looked at her, and she sighed, going off to form a lovely little friend group that would end up staying on the beach.

Rhys was making a camp when two people came into his little clearing as he was lighting a fire.

"Hey, do you have stuff we can use? I'd love something to eat..." one said, "I'm Markus, by the way, and this is my good buddy Snake, don't ask why, he can't speak."

"I don't have food right now... it's gonna be pretty scarce... wait! That looks like a fruit!" Rhys jumped up as he said that, running over to the bush with red berries, he popped one in his mouth and made a noise.

"Tasty... try it!" he said, gesturing to the bush laden with berries the color of blood.

The others partook in the meal, enjoying it quite a bit, and soon the three were finished eating for the time being, enjoying the meager filling of blood-red berries that were latter dubbed as "sweetberries"

Soon, people found animals, and killed them for food and hides, however, keeping these animals alive may have been a better idea...