DAY 2: That which does not kill you postpones the inevitable

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.