After taking out as many wooden splinters prickled into the skin of his left shoulder, Walter brought up the energy to stand on his feet. His green eyes stared out into the unforgiving ocean that was responsible for why he was stranded on this island for a moment before he heard voices nearby, causing him to snap his head both left and right.
There are other survivors.
So I'm not alone.
Walter, still breathing heavily and choking back vomit due to his disdain for the current situation, dragged his feet like a zombie in the general direction of the voices to the west. His eyesight was still a bit blurry as his eyes were still adjusting to the light level, unable to fully make out the other survivors but hoping that they were not just a figment of his imagination.