Livid Love

Deprived

"A good writer is never satisfied with their work" - someone important

Weeks, it's been weeks that we've been stranded here. Little to no food but plenty of water, we've barely managed to get by, I've lost a lot of weight from how bad we are at hunting for food. I feel weaker than I've ever felt before. Simon lifts giant logs from the fallen trees to replace the weights that he'd normally use to work out. 

I step over a large rock on the beach and sit on the cool sand, my back resting against it. I've never been so fucking bored in my life. The whole team back on mainland thinks we are dead and they still have no idea where we are. I keep getting dreams, every night. I see her, stumbling around in her blood soaked shirt, looking for help yet we were already too late. I don't tell anyone, I don't want to bother them with the shit going on in my head, not even Simon knows that I dream of her. He probably does too, maybe everyone does.

The empty cans of food tied to the fishing line jerks around, the moonlight reflecting off them. I stand up and make my way back to our 'camp'. We cleared out the huts and we each have our own one,  although, I still stay with Simon. I see König and Soap come out of the forest holding a large squirrel just as I sit down infront of the blazing campfire. We found a stash of canned food in one of the huts when we thoroughly searched through each one. Price thought is was a good idea to the empty ones to some fishing line and cast them around to the beach and other places we like to sit and chill out at, someone shakes the middle of it, making them rattle when they want everyone to meet at camp.

"Look what we caught lads and lassie" says Soap proudly holding up the dead squirrel.

I smile at him, Soap always lightens the mood with his jokes and funny humour, even when no one is in the mood.

"You can chop that up König, no chance I'm gutting that thing"

He chuckles and takes it from him.

I gaze around and I see Simon leaving a hut and walking towards us all sitting around the fire,

"How is she?" I say

"Shes ok, she'll be better in about a week or so"

I sigh, Karrie got sick from being left out  in the wet and cold by Hassans men, she caught a terrible cold and we didn't have any medicine to treat it. What Hassan wrote on the note, saying we had a week, a week until something. It's been two weeks now, nearly three and that said thing hasn't happened. Although the animals have been acting weird. There's less in the forest and more on the Beach and around the camp rather than in the actual forest and up the mountain. There's also been a weird smell throughout the whole island for the past week, it smells like eggs, I asked everyone and they don't have any idea what it could be either. 

(A/n) bro I had a whole thing written here for the authors note and some emoji deleted it 💀I cba tryna write it all again lol. But ima anyway. Ik I was gone for like one or two months  but I told y'all I wouldn't let this fic die and it didn't and it won't. Tbh the cod fandom is kinda dying. Aswel as the game which is basically dead rn, I was playing earlier and the only ppl left playing it are the sweats and not even kidding I saw a level 600 mf while playing earlier. I'll always remember the first time cod came up onto my fyp lmao. I was in bed on my phone at like 11pm and a HOT edit of a military man popped up onto my screen and I just had to find out everything there is to know abt this hot hunk. His name was Simon rileyy babayyyy. Then I wrote this fic knowing basically nothing abt the cod story line and now I nearly know everything there is to know abt it lol 😀😀. End is nearing 🫤 

Also thank you sm for nearly 30k reads, it means a lot to have people reading my writing, I would've never imagined having thirty thousand people clicking on my fic to read it 😭😭 so basically, an entire harry styles concert capacity clicked on this fic to read it. Luv each and every one of ye ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥