Ben.

how they met

As Benjamin quickly awoke from what felt like a nightmare, he could hear the muffled sound of footsteps quickly approaching him. He scurried back as his senses rapidly came back. Sound,taste,touch,smell and lastly. Sight. As his eyesight became clearer and clearer, he noticed that it wasn’t a threat. A figure from a distance suddenly grinded to a halt. It asked, “are you alright?”
he replied, “think so, I would be better If you helped me up” The figure quickly helped me up then stuck its hand out. “I'm Quig!” exclaimed the loud boy.
“Quig?” asked Benjamin.
“Yup! I was given a note with ‘Quig’ written on it.  I guess the name stuck with me” sighed Quig with an unhappy tone.
“Well, I'm Benjamin but you can call me ben” mentioned Benjamin as he stuck his hand out to shake Quig's unsanitary hand.
“You should follow me if you don’t want to get maulled by the panthers that wander at night” shouted Quig as he started walking south.
“The What?" asked ben as a streak of sweat ran down his face.
“don't worry” reassured Quig as they wandered down a leaf covered path” they don’t aim for smart kids.”

Once they found the cave that Quig lived in, it soon hit night; the wind was whistling like a red robin and the sky was slowly coming to an uproar. The sea was clashing with itself, battling for the podium. It’s tide wave devouring people in boats and creating a shark’s buffet.
The cave was crumbling at the seams and looked like it could collapse at any given second. Then suddenly, they both got knocked out. The cave had collapsed but something saved them.
Ben woke up again but with an agonizing headache, the pain was blocking out his quick senses
"Quig...?” shouted ben with fear in his voice.
There was no response but a sound of leaves rustling in the distance. Ben gently got up as he still had that dull ache, but he had to find Quig. Ben walked to the rustling to find Quig, he had a scar from the top of his face to the bottom.
“Did he get caught by those panthers?” thought ben.
He was freaked out “what do I do, I don’t even know this forest. How do I help him, what can I even do”
ben couldn’t think about anything else to calm himself down, the happy thoughts were leaving his mind at every second. Ben took a second to breathe
He opened his eyes and saw Quig, bleeding out. The blood covered his body like a shower of red roses. Quig wouldn’t survive with the amount of blood he lost. Ben got up to look for leaves to cover the wound. Quig was breathing heavily. His breath shook as he lost strength.
His heartbeat slowed down every time he breathed.
Da dum...
...
Da dum
..
..
..
Da dum
..
..
..
..
....
Quig patiently took his last breath.
His chest didn’t go up anymore.
He had no movement.
Quig...was dead.
“no....no,no,no he can't be dead, he hasn’t even gotten off this island, I just.... Let him die."
murmured ben
“I COULD HAVE SAVED HIM...I..i could have saved him...”
ben couldn’t help it anymore. His eyes whelled up with hot tears.
He couldn’t even look at him. It reminded him of his contagious smile, his dark ginger hair which was filled with chaos. Even his eyes remained in ben’s mind. Ben knew that Quig was his only hope. He's alone, no-one to help him, no-one to direct him around but he knew he had to get off this island. To save himself... and to avenge quig