It was the morning after we heard the crash. No else really realized it came from the shore, they were just scared out of there minds. i mean after all the sun was just coming up, we’d have to run soon. but I, I did not want today, no. I wanted to find out what that was. i had this feeling in my gut that whatever made that noise would either help us get off this island, or kill us. before i seen the sun lift past the jungle tree tops i ran to the direction the crash came from. leaving all my stuff in the small cave i slept in last night. no one had ever really ever paid attention to me anyway so there was no way the group would know I left and even if they did realize it, they wouldn't care they would just say what they said when john left “He is 17 after all, he is old enough to care for himself.” Yea, its always the same.
I was running quietly towards the the crash. dodging any bad routs and moving quiet enough so the Bildijes don't find me and made sure not to leave track that lead to the cave. When i finally got to what looked like the last few trees before the shore, I stopped. the sun looked so pretty past all the tree trunks. i grabbed onto a tree branch and took another step forward and just as i did, something grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back, Fast. What ever had grabbed me was dragging me across the floor, holding my mouth and grabbing my shoulder tight. It felt like at any moment my shoulder would just get torn off. My back hit a lot of rocks and bumpy land. I shook and turned and moved but i couldn't escape. i finally decided to bite whatever was covering my mouth. It let go for a little bit. just enough time for me to yell “SAAAMMMM!!!” then it immediately covered my mouth again but this time held my jaw shut. When it stopped dragging me and tossed me at the wall of one of the very, very small house's. My back hit it hard and i fell to the ground. A picture of an old lady and little boy fell and shattered on the floor along with some old antique vases. i grunted and sat up to see what had taken me. A Bildij. No,No,No,No! It had four arms, each having long claws for fingers, Two cheetah looking legs, A body that looked human, And a head that was turned so far right that it looked like someone had snapped its neck and tried sewing it back on but just ended up drooping. Its eyes looked scarred and its jaw was dropped down too far. Its teeth were razor sharp and it had small hair peeking out of its grey head. I sat there frightened for my life. What the hell, had i just done.
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