savagery

The wind whistled through the ruins of the island, the silence of the years broken only by the occasional cry of a seabird or the thunderous crash of a wave against the shore. Among the remains of the once bustling civilization, a solitary figure strode with purpose. He was a middle-aged man, his face lined with the etchings of time and his eyes filled with a wisdom that only comes from surviving the merciless trials of life. His name was Ralph, and he was returning to the place that had once been both a sanctuary and a hell for him.