This sucks (Island One)
There was a whole lot of nothing that Cavan wanted on the island. Peopled with only those who were a part of the experiment, there was no way for him to satisfy urges that had been rising to the top and threatening to boil over since before he'd met the woman back on the last planet.
He wasn't the type to take it out on animals. Animals were far better than people and made more sense in life. They didn't do it for him at all. He needed screams and pleading for mercy. He needed hands and fingers, jewelry, hair and delicately sculpted eyebrows. He needed men too masculine for their own good and women who thought that sex was a valuable item for trade.
Cavan wasn't sure that he should be around the people that he shared the island with, so he was doing his best to stay back from them. When he encountered them, he did his best to not be weird, and didn't say anything more than 'I like sleeping on the beach' to their offers of joining the camp.
It was easy enough to find food. The island was absolutely teeming with it. It was on the trees, growing on bushes, buried in the ground, running around like it'd never seen a human before, and just sitting there. Water was easy, too. There was a freshwater stream running through the island. And he had enough knowledge to capture the smaller creatures for himself. Which is what he'd done today. He was able to construct rabbit snares and find things in the ground that might have actually been potatoes. Start a fire, and get a little banquet going. The smell of the meat was good, and Cavan closed his eyes and inhaled.