Cannibal Island

A poem based on the game called The Forest.

Hungry,

Thirsty,

Bleeding,

Head throbbing from the crash,

My child has been taken,

Where has little Timmy gone?

Who are these people...?

These things?

Cannibals are tracking me,

Trying to kill and eat me.

Time to head into The Forest,

Build a fire,

Build a base,

Somewhere safe from these monsters

That lurk around ever tree.

Oh God,

What are those?

Mutants with many legs or arms,

Deformed babies that also kill,

They live in these caves,

Where more supplies lie.

Need to find more clues,

To where my son is,

To what happened on this island,

And how to escape,

If I'm still alive to do so that is.

Author's Note

Based on the game called The Forest, feedback is appreciated.