DAY 3: That which does not kill you postpones the inevitable
Zam, sore from fighting the storm for a tribe member’s life, still had been collecting, and cooking fish as Tala was climbing the coconut tree. Tala told him “Wow, you could have died out there, you know that right?”
“Of course I know that. I don’t do it for the recognition; I do it for his life. If one of us had been blown away, it would have devastated the entire tribe. As leader, I can’t do that.” Zam replied.
Tala chuckled. “Oh Zam, my hero!” he said in a girly voice. “You’re soooo strong!”
“Well what can I say? I’m amazing!” He joked.
They joked about the incident all the way over to the island with the fire pit, to cook the fish Zam hauled in. They found a strange egg, where the fire pit should be.
“Hmmm… What do we do with it?” Ahak had asked.
“Well, we need food and the only way to get it is to move it.” Zam said.
So, they started rolling. There was a small ledge, and the egg had fallen. A slight crack broke into the shell.
“Crap! Be careful!” Tala shouted, angrily.
And they came to another ledge. Crack! It happened again. “We’re almost there, just be careful!” Zam said.
They continued rolling along.
“Wait, there’s another le-“Ahak began.
He was interrupted with a loud series of cracks and a cry from the little beast that was held inside. Footsteps pounded, shaking the entire island.
“What the f-“Goob said, standing with Wala and Rassa. And then they saw it. A dark green monster, about 30 Oogles high. Its eyes were bright and looked blood thirsty. It yelled out a roar and the island shook. it blocked out every other sound, and Wala fell, confused by the chaos. Goob ran to get the spear, and Rassa shouted to Zam “Get everyone away!”
They were sprinting away from the footsteps. Ahak, tired from the prior event, had been limping. The monster was gaining on him. He felt its breath on his neck, and the sound of its head lunging toward his neck. The teeth pinched like one would imagine. Ahak was lifted into the air, soaring above the jaws of death. Just then the spear wobbled through the air, right from the hands of Goob, and it skimmed the monsters abdomen. The wicked thing managed to clamp down on an arm of Goob. He let out a blood curdling cry and he felt his arm crack, and then crack again. As he fell to the land below him, he hit the ground, barley breathing. The blood spread from his arm and He glanced at it. It was still intact. Breathing heavily, his vision faded to nothing, and he was put unconscious by an overpowering feeling of dizziness.
He woke up remembering the rest of his friends. He stood, adrenaline keeping him alive He struggled over the fallen spear. In the distance he could see the beasts head. He hurled the spear, sharply cutting through the air. The spear sunk into the back of the monsters head. He saw it fall. He felt it hit the ground, dead. And that was the last thing he felt.
10/17/09
Day 2: Blown Away
DAY 2: Blown Away
Ever since, everyone has become quite. There were a few words here or there such as, Let’s eat, or pass the fish, but nothing of substance. No one spoke of the occurrence until that night. To Ahak, he tried to block it out, and no one talking about it made that easier. He acted as though it was a dream, terrifying, but fake.
That night was scarily silent. As the others fell into a deep sleep, Goob and Wala stayed awake and whispered in the moonlight.
“Goob, I’m worried. What’s going to happen to us?”
“We will get through this, I promise.”
“But how? We can’t be together if one of us is in heaven.”
Goob Shrugged “We have to be careful. We need to survive. The more time we spend alive, the more time we get with each other.”
“Without you, I would be dead any way. You’re my everything” She whispered as she laid her head on his chest.
Goob put his arm around her, and held her tight. He loved her. He knew it. He knew her inner-most secrets, her past, what she hopes for, and what she’s afraid of. “I love you, babe. And I don’t want to be alone. When I die, because I know it will happen, I’d take my last breaths to tell you I still love you. And when I see that bright light, I’ll tell you, you shine brighter.”
With that being said they drifted into dreams of love, and adventure. Early next morning, there was a slight drizzle. Ahak, looking into the distance, said “It looks like a storm is coming. A big one.”
They all turned to look. There was dark, heavy clouds quickly drifting towards them. within an hour, the wind picked up. Goob and Wala huddled together for warmth. Rassa, Zam, and Tala stayed under the tree, keeping dry. Ahak stepped out. “It’s not raining too hard guys! Come on!”
They all gave him a look like he was crazy. “Why wait for the storm to pass when you can dance in the rain, Right?” he shouted above the whooshes of the wind with a huge smile on his face. “I know you want to!”
His hair was flying and his bone flew out. He chased after it, laughing, like a little kid. Just then a gust of wind blew him over. The tree was shaking, as he struggled to get up. Zam chuckled and shook his head. He heard a faint call for help as Ahak was being blown to the edge of the island, and as he looked closer, his mouth was forming the word “ZAM! HELP ME!” Zam got up and sprinted over, trying to keep balance. The wind was too strong for Ahak to get up, and too strong for Zam to help him up. Zam grabbed his hand tightly, and pulled.
“I won’t let you go man!” Zam shouted.
He looked at the sky, pulling Ahak’s hand. The storm had almost blown over. Thunder was striking and wind was blowing. Soaked and tired, Zam and Ahak stayed in the same position, fighting off the storm for the next hour. They rose once the wind slowed and Ahak hugged Zam with all the energy he had left.
“You just saved my frickin’ life. I owe you everything.” Ahak whispered.
Ever since, everyone has become quite. There were a few words here or there such as, Let’s eat, or pass the fish, but nothing of substance. No one spoke of the occurrence until that night. To Ahak, he tried to block it out, and no one talking about it made that easier. He acted as though it was a dream, terrifying, but fake.
That night was scarily silent. As the others fell into a deep sleep, Goob and Wala stayed awake and whispered in the moonlight.
“Goob, I’m worried. What’s going to happen to us?”
“We will get through this, I promise.”
“But how? We can’t be together if one of us is in heaven.”
Goob Shrugged “We have to be careful. We need to survive. The more time we spend alive, the more time we get with each other.”
“Without you, I would be dead any way. You’re my everything” She whispered as she laid her head on his chest.
Goob put his arm around her, and held her tight. He loved her. He knew it. He knew her inner-most secrets, her past, what she hopes for, and what she’s afraid of. “I love you, babe. And I don’t want to be alone. When I die, because I know it will happen, I’d take my last breaths to tell you I still love you. And when I see that bright light, I’ll tell you, you shine brighter.”
With that being said they drifted into dreams of love, and adventure. Early next morning, there was a slight drizzle. Ahak, looking into the distance, said “It looks like a storm is coming. A big one.”
They all turned to look. There was dark, heavy clouds quickly drifting towards them. within an hour, the wind picked up. Goob and Wala huddled together for warmth. Rassa, Zam, and Tala stayed under the tree, keeping dry. Ahak stepped out. “It’s not raining too hard guys! Come on!”
They all gave him a look like he was crazy. “Why wait for the storm to pass when you can dance in the rain, Right?” he shouted above the whooshes of the wind with a huge smile on his face. “I know you want to!”
His hair was flying and his bone flew out. He chased after it, laughing, like a little kid. Just then a gust of wind blew him over. The tree was shaking, as he struggled to get up. Zam chuckled and shook his head. He heard a faint call for help as Ahak was being blown to the edge of the island, and as he looked closer, his mouth was forming the word “ZAM! HELP ME!” Zam got up and sprinted over, trying to keep balance. The wind was too strong for Ahak to get up, and too strong for Zam to help him up. Zam grabbed his hand tightly, and pulled.
“I won’t let you go man!” Zam shouted.
He looked at the sky, pulling Ahak’s hand. The storm had almost blown over. Thunder was striking and wind was blowing. Soaked and tired, Zam and Ahak stayed in the same position, fighting off the storm for the next hour. They rose once the wind slowed and Ahak hugged Zam with all the energy he had left.
“You just saved my frickin’ life. I owe you everything.” Ahak whispered.
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