! I was just going on a holiday to Miami. It was a calm day on the flight, no sound, everyone was sleeping and I was watching a movie. It was a movie about the world ending. Far too dramatic for me. Then my movie SUDDENLY stopped. An announcement was about to take place. It was very hard to understand but I got the part saying ‘slight turbulence’. We were passing over the Bermuda Triangle, but at a safe altitude, no worry. I better buckle up, it going to be a bumpy ride. Up, down, up, down, up down and then, it stopped. But I felt a lifting feeling in my chest, and I realised we were going down!
It was total chaos in the plane. Babies were screaming, people were crying, even the cabin crew was panicking. It was so absurd and out of the ordinary that suddenly a plane would fail without any warning. Not even the pilots knew why. I was praying that I would survive. Just before we crashed, my whole life passed before my life flashed before my life. BOOM! We crashed with so much force, it seemed that it could have dented the ground! Then I blacked out.
It seemed like I was out for days, but the reality was that I was out for a couple of hours. As I slowly woke up, the world around me was blurry. My eyes were all out of focus. Slowly, slowly, I got my vision back. The first thing that popped in my mind was......I’M ALIVE! So much relief passed through me...but it was short lived. I was alive, but barely. Where was I? I looked around and I saw one thing, TREES. I was totally surrounded by trees: tall, towering trees in every direction. It was bright in the morning, with a nice breeze. However, there was something creepy about this place. Once I managed to get up, I started to explore...for any other survivors. The plane had broken up into two pieces and as far as I could see, I was alone. All alone. Well, thats what I thought...until I saw something.
It was shadows. Shadows everywhere. I seemed like something....or someone was running around me. Creeeeeeeeeeeeek. I turned around around and something had stepped on one of the plane fragments but I didn’t get to see it. Thats the point when I started to run. I didn’t care about any of my belongings, just my life. I wanted to get as far as I could from the crash site. WHIZZZZ. Something had just whizzed past my ear and cemented itself into a tree. I managed to see before I ran past the tree...it was a cleaver. A sharpened, shiny butcher’s blade. I ran for hours, taking very little stops, just to catch my breath. I ran until I thought I wasn’t being followed. I managed to find a little cave and decided to spend the night there. First night, alive.....barely.
! As dawn broke, I had a massive challenge set ahead of me. I have no food, no water source, and to add to that, I was being chased. This is when the scavenger will begin. As I stepped out of the cave. I was vulnerable. “Hello there”, someone said. I was so startled I didn’t know what to do. “Look up”, he said. I looked up, and sitting on the branch of a tree, was a oldman. He was very formal, wearing a bowtie, as well as a hat like Abraham Lincoln. As I looked closer, around his waist, tied to his belt, was a cleaver. I had tiny little goosebumps. “Lost, are you?”, he asked me. “Y-y-y-es”, I said, scared to death. He jumped down from the tree. “It has been a long time since I had a visitor”, he said. “W-w-who a-are y-y-you??”, I asked. “My name is Mr....Bob”, he said. Bob. Mr. Bob. I was thinking where have I heard that before. Somewhere. Somewhere in the Newspapers I had heard that. It was on the tip of my tongue, but no. I wasn’t sure who he actually is. “How did you get here?”, Mr. Bob asked. I was speechless for a moment. “Plane Crash, a couple kilometers from here...I think”, I said. “I see, I see, I heard the crash. By the way, there are no other survivors”, Mr. Bob said. “How do you know”, I said curiously. “There are some things I just know”, Mr.Bob said. Then he starts approaching me. He runs his fingers along my scars and my skin. His fingers were fingers were wrinkly, yet warm. Like he has worked with something hot, a fire for example. “How did you get here?”, I asked. “Shipwreck, on my way to Florida in ‘67. “1967??” “Yes” 1967!1967!1967! He has survived on this island for more than 35 years! But how, with limited water and food? “Follow me”, Mr. Bob said. “Huh?”, I said. “Let me show you around the island.
Reluctantly, I followed the old man. He took me through the trees, past lakes, and to a beautiful waterfall. “This is where I executed my first kill”. he said calmly. “KILL?” I said anxiously. “Animal Kill, Animal Kill, Silly man!”, Mr. Bob said, a bit suspiciously. “Oh, Ok”, I said with relief. “It was right at this spot”. “Interesting”. “Follow me to my home” “Home?” “I have been living here for so long, don’t you think I have somewhere to live?” “Oh Yes, Of course”, I said.
We walked for a couple of kilometers, well, thats what it felt like. Finally we arrived at a small hut. It was made with leaves and rocks, therefore, it looked like a house from prehistoric times. Nonetheless, quite impressive in the circumstances. He let me in and this is what I saw: a bed made from some sort of skin, a fire and some other stuff. However, there was one item that stood out: a box. It was like a modern safe box. As I reached for it, Mr. Bob cut me off. “No, No, No, that box is my private box, no one but me is allowed to open it”. “Ok, Ok”, I said retreating from it. “Would you like something to eat or drink”, Mr. Bob said. “Can I have some water”, I said. “Sure, anything to eat” “No thank you” I said, who knows what he has been eating. “Fine by me”. As I looked around the hut, something else caught my eye. On a stick over the fire, was some sort of meat, looked suspiciously like human ribs. “What is that?”, I said, pointing at the fire. “Ummmmm, Deer...Deer are very common on this island”, he said. I wasn’t buying it. I knew it wasn’t deer. While Mr. Bob was showing me around the island, I didn’t see any deer. Not one. I knew that was human. There is something off about Mr. Bob. “Please wait here, I have to run outside to get something”, Mr. Bob said, leaving the hut. Now was my chance to look inside the box. Once I opened it, I was in shock. Inside was....a severed human head!
Once Mr. Bob came back, I decided to confront him.
“Listen” I said “I know that the meat over the fire is human! Tell me the truth, Who are you?!”. Mr. Bob had put on a smug grin. He moved towards me, until we were less than a metre apart. “I don’t think you want to know!”, Mr. Bob said, in a weird tone. “I THINK I DO!” I said, countering his sentence. “If you want to know, here you go: 1. My name isn’t Mr. Bob, it’s Mr McCravie, 2. That meat on the skewer is human. 3. That human is meat is the real Mr. Bob!” It all clicked now. Mr. Bob was a cabin boy who got thrown out to sea. Later on, his head washed onto a beach in Mexico. But then, who was the head in the box, so I asked Mr. Stevie. “So, you looked in my box, Huh. I told you, NO ONE LOOKS IN MY BOX. Well, since you asked, the head in the box isn’t Mr. Bob’s. I keep my finest specimen in my box”. Finest Specimen! That means Mr. Stevie has claimed more than one victim. “And you’re next”, Mr. Stevie mumbled. “Huh!” “You heard me, you’re perfect!”, Mr. Stevie said, pulling his cleaver out. Thats the cue. This guy is mental. Full of insanity. I ran straight for the door. I was all alone, and to add to that, being chased by a mental, old man with a BUTCHERY blade. Seconds after I burst out, Mr. Stevie followed. For a old man, he was quite fast. I ran for a long time, but he still just 100m behind me. He could throw his cleaver right now and bye-bye life. But no, Mr. Stevie was a man of civilized killing. Slit through the throat. Thats the only way for him.
It started to rain. Pouring actually. However, since I am a lot younger, Mr. Stevie soon ran out of gas. But not me, I kept on running for another few hours until I was a safe distance away. Eventually I found another cave. Well, until tomorrow.
As I woke up, I heard a familiar voice. “Had a nice sleep?” I sprung up so quickly, I pulled a muscle. Standing behind me, making we some breakfast was, Mr. Stevie, making me breakfast. At that moment, he was ‘butchering’, some plants. “H-how did you know where I was?”. “Well, I just got lucky”, Mr. Stevie said with a grin. I felt like running for my life, but something told me there was another option. I had to eliminate him, once and for all. “I’m craving for meat....human meat”, Mr. Stevie said. At that point, he reached for the clever, and gave the veggies one last blow, a little too hard because the cleaver had cemented itself in the rock of the dark cave. At that moment, I went for
it. I sprinted at full speed toward the cleaver, but was a tad too late. By the time I reached it, Mr. Stevie had picked it up and stuck it up to my neck. “I guess I’m having you for lunch” I was thinking this is the end.
! Maybe it is? ! THE END ! ! ! !