1 week

Hey! I've done this for a week now! Woohoo! lets see if I can go for a month!


Dying Embers

The stick prodded the embers of the fire stoking what little life it could out of it. It was late and the wind was picking up. The two of us huddled closer to what was left of the fire, our cloths barely held together over our bodies. Hunger gnawed at our stomachs but there wasn't anything left for us to eat.

We had been stranded on this island for 3 weeks now. No shelter and nothing to forage for food. The plane had crashed not far from here, only 4 of us survived. The one guy was badly injured and died the first night. We buried him and tried to set up an S.O.S. on the beach in hopes some night flyer might see it. No such luck so far.

We managed to find some blankets and made a small tent to shelter ourselves at night. We wasted a lot of material making the S.O.S. on the shore. We desperately hoped someone would save us. After the second week we ran out of packaged airline food that we salvaged from the wreckage. We tried to scrounge food from the shrubbery. It wasn't enough. There was clearly only one option.

I stared across at the only other living being on this island as he starred hard at me. We both had seen the depths of each others soul and knew just what the other was capable of. It was just matter of time before one of us struck first. He starred, unblinkingly at me. I starred back.

I watched him as the night grew darker and colder. The fire died to a dim smolder amongst the embers. I could barely make out the figure across from me. I blinked for a moment and believed him to be gone. Frantically I scrambled to grab something to defend myself with. I heard him shift to my left. I grabbed the nearest heavy rock I could find and swung it blindly.

I heard a loud thunk as I felt the rock connect with his skull. I heard his body slip and fall against the ground. I heard him muttering. I leapt on top of him and brought the stone down on his head again. He cried in pain. His arms flung up in a feeble attempt to protect himself. I brought the rock down again. With a satisfying crack I felt his body weaken. I kept hammering with the rock until his body lay motionless below me.

I caught my breath a moment before I tossed the rock aside. I started to lap up whatever blood I could to slate my thirst. After a minute of frantic blood lust I found the stick we were using to keep the fire going and stoked it some more. The embers lit again and with some care I had a fire going again. I lay his arm over the coals and walked down to the beach.

I got to the beach and kneeled in the frigid waters. I splashed myself with the ice cold night waters. I rubbed down my limbs and washed away the blood of my last companion. I had to clean myself after all this. It just didn't feel right.

The S.O.S. wasn't lit that night.