My Survival Island - Caeli alderson (best short novels txt) 📗

WERE GOING DOWN!!! BOOM!!!

*Wakes up* I run over to the plane wreck…
I see all the junk from the crash and think to myself “I can use some of this stuff”. I look around and find a box with burned peanuts and a box cutter in it. I take out the box cutter and see the sun go down and say to myself “I need to find shelter Quick!” So I jump into the cockpit of the plane and I try and close the hatch but I notice It was blown off so I jump out of the plane pick up the box cutter and run over to the burning tail of the plane and stick the box cutter under a bolt and lift up like a crowbar and the sheet of metal goes flying off…By the time I get the last piece of metal off the tale off the plane it was completely dark out and the sparking cockpit was attracting wildlife and there’s no way I’m going to sleep there. So I Find a cave and make I a little shelter for the night. By the next morning I wake up and I’m freezing cold and don’t have enough stuff to make a fire so I go out while the sun is just coming up I Gather some sticks, wire and reach in my pocket and find some lint.I go back to the shelter and make a little fire from the wires sparking together on the lint and the lint catching the sticks on fire. My stomach Rumbles I take out the burned peanuts and take a bite my mouth fills with a disgusting burnt taste I throw the bag of peanuts against the wall of the cave and almost puke. I look at the back of the bag I read “Use by 2-9-2005” its 2012 now. I think to myself “I need water to get this awful taste out of my mouth” I run over to the ocean side and find a bucket I scoop up some water and put it on the fire to boil. While it’s removing the salt I go out and find a couple of sticks and a lot of little sharp rocks and get some thin vines. I take them back to the shelter and make a couple little knifes. I figure these could be useful especially in the wild. I decide I am never going to touch those peanuts again and think there must be some rabbits, deer, or something else tastier than burnt, out of date peanuts. I think I could use skin or fur for covering. I’ll make a couple traps for catching rabbits. I take a vine put a weird confusing knot in the vine and string it to a tree and put the knot part on the ground I make 3 other traps. I get a long stick and make a sharp point at the end of it to make it a spear and go into the forest hoping to find a deer or a rabbit but when I say that with my spear in hand I hear something eating I look around and find a deer I I’m terrified to shoot but I throw the spear and hit the deer. I take the pelt off and put the deer on the pelt and pull the pelt to the shelter. I get the pelt cleaned and ready to use as a blanket. I take the bones out and put the rest on a fire. I take the water bucket off and drink some then I grab some more vines and a bendable stick. And make a bow I make a couple arrows to. I look out at the ocean side and see some birds I pick up my bow and arrows and take a shot at one… I missed I try again before they fly away and hit one I run over and take it to my shelter and take the feathers off and put them in the rest off the pelt for a pillow. I cook every thing and put a metal sheet on the fire to bend it into a box. I finally make a box and rap some cooked meet up in some papers from the plane and put it in the box. I dig a hole in my shelter and put the box under ground and put moss on top so nothing like bears can smell it. I eat some meat and drink some water and fall asleep. The next morning I woke up with cramps from sleeping on a rock. At first I had no idea where I was and why I was there. Then I remembered the crash ☹. I was starving, for not eating a lot last night. I was NOT ready to go outside the cramps were so strong “I am never sleeping on a rock again” I muttered to myself. I threw off the fur. I wanted so cocoa puffs so bad. I had been going to San Diego when I left but I guess something fell out that wasn’t supposed to. I heard a growl outside. It sounded kind of feline but not exactly. I just hoped it wasn’t a wolf I had kind of had problems with wolves like the time I was at the zoo... the thought of being home was kind of painful. I heard it again then I heard something else; a louder growl then a whimper. I then heard a smaller whimper. I got up quick. I stepped out to see a wolf just lying there I looked at it closely but it never moved. “Dead” I whispered. Then I heard a small whimper I went to the bushes. I saw a little ball of fur. Then it moved. It was a cub! I picked it up. It whimpered again. I took it to the cave. I didn’t know if I should give it deer meat or not so I set him down.. I wanted to know if it was a girl or a boy. I looked under it. “Definitely girl” I said putting her down. I ripped off a piece of deer meat from the box. I tossed it to the pup. I realized I had no idea what it was. Then I remembered the dead wolf. The cub sniffed the meat and stalked over to me as if afraid. “What is your name?” I asked (not actually expecting an answer). Then unexpectedly the cub turned around and bit me “OW!” She didn’t draw blood thankfully. “I am calling you Chewy,” I half yelled. “Do not EVER do that again” the pup whimpers and starts chewing on the piece of meat.” that is a good name for you,” I laugh. I want to eat some deer too. I didn’t know if I should because I gave the pup a lot of meat. I decided I would go hunting for rabbit again today. I also remember the water I had didn’t think I had very much maybe I should go get more. I looked at Chewy. “Do thou want me to take thou out for water?” I asked; joking around. She looked up at me; and I swear to this day, grinned. I went outside and walked about a mile to the water I had found that night. It was way farther than it seemed. I looked at Chewy, who was lapping up water like it was fresh.. I looked at her, a little confused. “I thought wolves only drank freshwater” I murmured, and then I decided to taste the water myself. I leaned down and tasted it. It was fresh! I was so happy. Then I got up and looked at Chewy she was dancing around like the wild thing she was. Then and there I decided I needed to train her. So as I went to grab one of the pelts, which I had realized made great water skins, I wondered what to do first.

Slowly I trained Chewy and she got more and more talented. When I had been there 8 months I had an adventure, a scary adventure.
I had hunted a lot of deer and had become very skilled at it. I had plenty of knifes and I had even found a coconut tree and had gathered all the coconuts I could find. I even had a spear and was attempting to make a bow and arrows to get birds with, but I was not ready for this. It happened like this, I was hunting with Chewy ahead of me like always. All of a sudden I hear a roar, and Chewy is by my side almost at once. Then I heard a small call like a deer calling to its herd. I stepped into the clearing I heard the noise come from. There was a bear standing there looking at me he had a bloody deer lying next to him. I have time enough to notice the leg was bent at a weird angle. Broken. I look back at the bear, I don’t want to kill it but I am terrified. He starts to walk towards me. I see Chewy duck into the bushes behind the bear. Traitor, I think. I back up and hit a tree. I have to fight. I am so scared. I pull out a knife. I wish I made a bow and arrow already. He snarls. I jab my knife into his stomach and he bellows and doubles over. I am scared to go closer but I feel no choice. I crawl closer and plunge my knife into his heart. He scratches my arm. I want to treat it, but he isn’t dead I stab him again. He falls and doesn’t move. He is dead. I am glad. I just killed a bear! I was happy. I picked him up a little bit and carried him as far as l could. Chewy walked up to me, I pat her head. She looks at me and then bites the bear. “Hey, why’d you do that” I asked her. Again she looks at me. I pick up his head and drag him closer to the shelter. I put him down and walk all the way to the shelter. I still have a piece of metal. I pick it up and look for something to drag it with.I remember seeing a rope at the plane so I run outside and turn I run in the direction of the plane. I see the plane; or what remains of it. I run towards it and step in it was more burnt than I remembered. I found the rope and got ready to run back to the bear that’s when I saw the bird; it was wounded badly on its wing. It was bloody. I went over to it. It looked up at me but didn’t move. I picked it up. Maybe I could help it heal. I cupped it in my hands and grabbed the rope, I had put it down. I thought I should put the bird in the shelter first. So I did. I then went back to the bear with the metal and rope. I made a hole in the metal. I hoisted the bear onto it, only then did I realize Chewy wasn’t there. Then I saw her, almost hidden in the bushes, sunbathing. “Come here Chewy” I called her. She got up and came to me. I told her not to ever scare me like that again. I also told her I had a surprise at home she wagged her tail at that. I put the rope through the hole in the metal. I dragged the