Here is your something AWESOME. I made a few changes! Enjoy c;
I awaken on a sandy beach that stretches miles along the island. I don't know where I am or how I got here, but I'm here. I look around, spotting several large healthy cows in the distance. I begin walking, a little disoriented, and notice a small cave near a the start of the jungle, were the trees and bushes are beginning to appear. As I head towards it, a creature comes bolting out of the cave with a fierce look in it's eyes, and i am startled by what i see. It's a walking skeleton, armed with a, probably hand crafted, long bow, made from what looks to be very fine decorated and polished wood. I turn and start running off into the jungle, as arrows whiz by my head, missing only by inches. I disappear into the jungle, but as I'm running suddenly the ground disappears. I'm free-falling into a ravine, and i await my hastened demise. I hit the ground with a impact of such magnitude that there is no way I could have survived. The pain is intense but short-lived, like my life on this island; But then I awake.
I'm back on the beach somehow. I take a note to investigate this phenomenon, and I decide to head towards a far-off village I spot off to the right of the jungle. Out of the corner of my eye i see a strange man-ish thing. It appears to be coming for me... It looks like... a Zombie! I ran as fast as i could, nearly trampling myself just to escape, then just again to run into another one... but this one was very small... and riding a chicken! He quickly chased me and i feel into what appeared to be a mineshaft.
Besides the inky darkness surrounding me, The tunnels are devoid of anything but silence and fear. I keep walking slowly, tripping on the stones that lie beneath my feet. I turn a corner and finally see a light illuminating the darkness. The small torch, planted firmly against the stone walls, shines on my hands: Revealing the coat of crimson goo that feels warm as it runs down my palm, dripping through the cracks in my cold fingers. I wipe the liquid off, leaving a mark of purple against the raggedy blue shirt. My long, slender, blood stained fingers wrap around the handle of the torch. I begin to pull, but the torch will not come loose from the slab of metal holding it against the grey walls of my new tomb.
I lean against the wall, by the torch, and slide down slowly until I am sitting with my knees pressed against my chest. Dirt and sweat clings to my face. "You!" A voice burst through the darkness. Terrifying foot steps grow louder and louder. The next thing I see is a man falling, out of the void surrounding me, with an arrow tip sticking out from the center of his throat. He is dead.
