A Castaway Obviously

"Obviously I wasn't planning on washing up here, and who are you anyways?" I choked out through the sand.

"My name is Cadence and I'm in charge of the females only dormitories stationed on this island. Now again, who are you and what are you doing here?" she stated, this time taking a step closer.

"The name's John Doe, and like I already told you, I don't know how or why I ended up here." I struggled to say as I lifted myself to my knees.. Looking down, it was obvious I had taken a beating. My clothes were soaked, shredded, and covered in sand. My arms and core were covered in bruises.

"I'll have to inform you that we have a zero tolerance policy for men on our campus, as it serves as nothing but a distraction for the ladies, and you will need to leave as soon as possible." Cadence said. "But, lucky for you, many of them our out on break, so there may be some leniency on the rules, but don't expect any special treatments."

"Fine by me." I retorted, "As long as you have a place for me to sleep and some food on a plate while I'm here, I'll be out in no time."

"Alright then," her expression softened and her tense posture took on a more relaxed vibe, "now, let me take you to the nurse for some treatment. You seem to have been through hell and back." She scanned me up and down, obviously taking mental notes.