Living off the land

This year marks the 5th year anniversary of the disappearance of Amanda Pierce, brilliant animal biologist on the cusp of a breakthrough in improving communications between animals and humans. Her last sighted location was getting on a personal jet on a trip to a conference in New Zealand.

She never arrived at her destination.

Her plane had disappeared mid-journey and the wreckage or any bodies have never been found. Many assume she died and was lost to the cruel sea, while others assume she staged her dissappearance for a myriad of reasons. Murmurs of **** were in the gossip sections of tabloids as well.

Though many investigations have been opened, no answers have been found and the world silently mourned a loss.

But that is not the whole truth.

A whole swarth of powerful people in the makeup and cosmetics industry feared her work. If attention was turned more to animals and their feelings were understood more, surely the masses would turn against the cosmetic companies that did animal testing.

And that happened to be most of them.

Very powerful people controlling very influential companies put their heads together and decided to make her... "Disappear in a tragic accident".

A bomb was planted on the bottom of the private jet, and as soon it was detected over the airspace of the largest body of water in the ocean with the smallest chance of land nearby, the bomb went off.

The pilot wasn't so lucky, taking the brunt of the explosion as it split the jet apart.

Amanda, however, had luck on her side. She immediately grabbed the nearest parachute, miraculously dodging any falling debris, and deployed it after getting over the shock of free-falling over the ocean.

The parachute was battered and pushed the the rough winds, but just as she started to lose hope, she spotted land! A small unremarkable island in the middle of nowhere.

She navigated through the falling wreck and harsh weather, thankfully only landing with a bump on the rough sand that scraped her knee.

And that is how she got to where she was today.

5 years of nary a plane or jet passing over this easy-to-miss island, a lesser person would have given up and died.

Not her though. She didn't get to where she was without dedication and perseverance.

Humans adapt, and their lifestyles do too. She was no different.

Now, her island lifestyle with the animals accompanying her seemed like second nature.

After departing from the grand tree house she lived in, built with the help of monkeys and other wildlife and accessed through a simple wood ladder, she had another day of scrounging for food and hopefully trying to get a passing plane's attention ahead of her.

She had long ago got rid of the clothes after they got too torn and dirty to wear. She didn't mind nudity anyway, to live among the animals one must embrace their ways.

She waved a hello to the nearby animals as she looked for some food, whether it be hanging from trees deeper in the forest or on the ground.

And it just so happened that mushrooms were growing, the edible type!

Amanda smiled as she started to kneel down, her fat round ass facing upwards as she pulled the mushrooms out. The matter of breakfast had been settled.