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normie -> The Lonely Island (12/21/2010 17:19:03)
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"It's been three days. So what's your story?" asked Bill.
"Simple. I was just offered a job, and you know how they get. Of course, they always think boats are more persuasive than anything else, but personally I think that helicopters are the way to go" replied Tom.
"And why is that?"
"Because they just are. I'm just mad that we won't be around to sue them..."
"I know!" replied Bill.
"I wonder how far away they are by now." In the distance they spotted a structure.
"Whats that?!" asked Tom.
"It's our ship. Still the same as it was after the accident. It doesn't look like anyone's alive either."
"It's almost completely submerged underwater, how could anyone be? Obviously we aren't getting anywhere, and I'm so dehydrated!"
"We'll find land soon."
They had only a measly compass with them, but it didn't help since they had no clue where they were.
A few hours later they began to feel very dizzy, and had trouble communicating.
"I...need... waterrrr....food", moaned Tom.
They both slowly passed out.
"...wah, what's that? Bill. Bill! Look! Mountains to the west! I see it! Come see!" exclaimed Tom. "bill?"
Bill had died overnight of dehydration.
"Oh my god! Bill wake up! Please don't die on me now! Not now!"
The broken raft had drifted on to the shore, where it rested as the tide brushed against it. Tom stumbled along the sandy shore until he came across a puddle of fresh water. He got on his knees and drunk. Ahead of him was a forest, where he would likely come across something edible to satisfy his raging appetite. At last he found healthy blueberry bush. He picked from it and stuffed himself. It was seven o’clock in August, and it was getting chilly. Finally there was a clear patch on the ground. The suit he had been wearing would keep him warm. He splashed the remaining water he found on his skin, hoping it will protect him from the insects.
The next day he pulled out sticks of all sizes on to the dry sandy beach, and lit a fire, big enough to spot from at least ten miles away. "Heeeeeeellllppp!!!" he cried. Nothing. "Anybody there? helloo?" Tom hollered. He thought this would happen. He lay down on the sand and sobered deeply and silently. The blazing sun was no kinder the fate that had been sealed. The scorching heat forced him right back into the jungle, where he was sure to find no other human. Lucky for him he still had his cell phone, but not like he had a signal or anything. He thought if only he did none of this would have happened, and he could have gone home back to his wife. He pulled it out and burned away the remaining battery pretending he could still check his own email. Tom’s phone shut down after a few minutes, and he tossed it into the bushes. After hiking for two hours, he saw a moving figure in the distance and approached it to find a baboon eating from a nut tree. They froze and stared at each other until the baboon let out a howling scream, but didn't move. Tom kept silent. He observed the stunning creature, with its red nose and white fur. He had never seen a wild one before, but only in books. It pulled itself back on to the top of the branch, and continued the feast. Tom’s mouth was watering just picturing the crunchy nuts in his sobering mouth. He walked discreetly to the tree, hoping to pick some food for himself without attracting any attention. He pulled a nut Right off the branch, and cracked it on the side of the tree, pulling out the edible peaces and placing them in his mouth. He cried with joy. He pulled off a couple more and stuffed them into his pocket. He spotted another baboon about thirty feet away. It let out a spine chilling scream as soon as it spotted Tom, more terrifying than the last. He decided to let this one go and leave the monkeys to their business.
Just as he was walking away, he heard a noise coming from the east. He was sure it was just another animal.
It was getting late. He had just spent a full day on this island, and he was pretty sure it wouldn't be his last. Tom cleared the dead leaves off the ground and lay down to sleep. Before he dozed off, Tom reviewed his life in case he was eaten alive by an animal as he had always feared since a kid. As a matter of fact he didn't have much regrets. Aside from his wife and few friends, he had not many people to miss back home. His motto was to focus on the future, not the past, and that is exactly what he intended to do. Build a little hut, and make a bonfire every night to cook whatever animal he had caught. Now that he was feeling a lot more positive about this experience, he was able to sleep in peace without fear of everything around him.
The next day he made the journey back to where he had landed. He walked over to the boat, expecting to see a dead zombie, but he saw nothing. Tom's heart stopped. He looked at the edge of the boat and saw footsteps leading to the part of the jungle he had not explored. He smiled. Somehow Tom knew that this was no longer the Lonely Island.
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