Nena Escapes

Skull Island several weeks later...close to midnight...

Nena stirs to the smell of smoke. As she becomes more awake and aware of her new sitiution,she sees fires and beast attack her captors. The fire rips through the village. She finds her map and her knife. The moment she grabs them she jumps out of the hut and flees toward the blackness of jungle. She has no idea where she's going. But she doesn't care until she gets her bearings.
To her shock and awe,she's no longer nude but in a sleek yellow sling thong slingkini. She quickly moves on her barefeet and she reaches an area far from the burning village. She hears the dwarves scream till thier death.
Nena catches her breath. As she props herself against a coconut tree, she ties her knife back to her thigh and slides her map back behind it. Already she knows she's deep in Skull Island how far inland she has no idea. But for now she wants rest.
She's time but she isn't sure how much.
Nena drifts asleep. She drifts into a deep sleep.
Dawn.
Nena wakes up and stretches her muscles. She feels now fitful and rested and her brown eyes check out her new terrain. In the distant she sees black and white smoke rise of what's left the dwarve's village. The last thing she recalls that she had been in a jar and a Barbie doll for one to play with. Still she has no idea where she is. She figures she's still in the vast black jungle.
"Let's see where am I," She murmurs.
Nena removes her map and looks at it. The map takes on some weird magic properties and it appears in 3D to her. "Strange," She remarks to herself. Either way she realizes she's somewhere on the surreal map. She isn't sure where this strange map is taking her. She gives the map a much closer look and it resembles it had been drawn sometime in the 1930s. She soaks in the various details. She folds map back and replaces it back under the knife sheath.
 She rises upward and ventures back into the sunlight. The warm sun feels good and the beautiful clear blue skys.
 As she ventures down a new trail, it takes her out of the black jungle all together and she finds herself on a beautiful grassy savannah. From a distance the island is beautiful.
 She doesn't look back at the black jungle. On the map it had been labeled the Nightmare Jungle. For now her eyes search for a horse to ride. The wet green grass feels good under her barefeet. The wind whips her beautiful brown hair...she sees a river in front of her.
 "Wildlife," She murmurs as she stares at the smaller rhinos drinking water...
 The lovely castaway stares beyond the river.
She feels the vast unknown staring back at her.