Day one
I awoke in a strange place. I’m not sure how I got here, or for that matter even where here is. I'm not even certain of my own name. Steve perhaps? I can't seem to remember. From a quick look at my surroundings, I appear to be in some kind of jungle. Trees, tall grass, and flowers are everywhere. I attempted to scale a rather tall tree, hoping to look around and find… something… someone. I don’t have a phone or a compass or anything. The only thing in my pockets when I awoke was this journal and a single pen. I didn’t manage to get up the tree, I slipped off the vines I had been using to scale the tall thing and fell. I twisted my ankle rather badly after landing on the unforgiving ground. I decided not to try that again.
I saw a desert nearby and decided to go over to it. After walking around in the sand for a bit, I noticed a strange sinkhole. It was a perfect rectangle with some odd looking stone visible just over the top of the sand inside. I wanted to look into it further but I didn’t want to be stuck in the pit and the sun was setting. I thought it would be best if I could find some manner of shelter for the night in case some kind of predator showed up. I did see a pig at one point, I’m not sure I want to be around if something comes to eat him. I was going to burrow a slight bit into a large hill and basically bury myself inside but luckily I found a small cave. I walled off the cave with some dirt a little ways in to avoid anything coming from deeper in and saying hello and mostly closed the entrance before beginning to write. I’m still not sure
My god. I… I don’t know what to say. I stopped writing so abruptly because I saw a man walking in the distance. I called out but he didn’t respond. I squirmed out of my small cave entrance and walked over to him. When I got closed he turned to me. It was horrid.
I ran back to my cave and closed the entrance fully. I spent the rest of the night praying that beast would not break through. I’m still not certain where I am, but I’m no longer sure I want to know.
Day two
A very strange thing happened in the morning. The terrifying monster that spent all night trying to get into my cave… it… it burst into flame.
I’m not sure why, but I’m thankful for it. I decided if I am to survive long enough to get myself out of this hell, I would need some tools. I spent the day gathering wood from the nearby trees then returned to my small cave and spent some time doing what I could to fashion a small bench to work at. I created a poor excuse for a pick and wailed at the stone of my cave for hours breaking of bits and pieces till the wood pick shattered in my hands. I took the stone I’d collected and fashioned more tools. I saw something I hadn’t noticed last night in my terror. One of the walls of the cave had some black stone embedded in it. I tore at the walls and collected the stones only to realize they were in fact coal. That’s lucky, now maybe it won’t be so damn dark in here all the time.
I managed to fashion some torches by putting a small bit of the coal at the end of stick, not ideal for lighting, but better than sitting in the darkness all night. Aside from that beast that came after me last night something else is odd about where I am. I’ve been awake for nearly two full days now, but I don’t feel the need to sleep. As odd as this is, it’s probably for the best. I fear if I were to sleep something might come as I rested and kill me. Damn this place.
Day three
I decided to back to the strange sinkhole I found in the desert. After carefully scaling my way down I cleared away the sand to reveal a strange rectangular room completely empty except for a strange cage in the center. The cage contained a miniature version of the beast that had came after on my first night and fire. Was this where the beast came from? I had no idea. I decided to surround the strange cage in torches after remembering that I had seen the creature burning in the sun’s light. Perhaps then if the thing in the cage freed itself it would burn in light of my torches.
As I was walking back to my cave, I saw an odd creature. It was tall and walked on four legs. It ran right at me and I feared it wanted to hurt me. I shouted at it trying to scare it away, but it didn’t care and only continued advancing, I quickly reading the weapon I had made, some with the sharper bits of stone I had collected embedded in some wood, rather like a nail bat really.
I smashed the creature and it stumbled back. I expected it to flee after the first strike but it recovered and it advanced again. I smacked it again, and it stumbled back. This happened a few more times before the creature collapsed. It was filthy but I cut into the beast. I can’t really even be sure why I did it. Maybe I was hoping to see some normal looking organs to at least confirm that not everything had changed. Everything has changed. I found what I believe to be gunpowder inside the beast. I’m not sure what for but I can assume I will find a use for this.
My stomach turned over and growled with hunger. In two and half days I had nothing to eat save for one of the few apples I found in a tree. I saw a pig standing nearby. I felt bad to harm the creature but I was so hungry. I bashed it upside the head with my weapon. I carved at its underside to collect some meat. I noticed a couple more pigs, oblivious of their fate. I killed them too. Tonight, I have some pork to eat.
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