Fonnaxa Island

Day Zero

I was sitting in my room aboard the ship, being a nervous
wreck like always, constantly getting up to do various things. ¨God I hate traveling,¨ I remember murmuring to myself. Me being the paranoid person that I am, I decided to make a type of little emergency bag to help calm my nerves and paranoia: I put a little box of matches into the small pocket of my backpack, the box only held about 6 matches, but I remember using one to light a candle before the trip. Next I grabbed my metal cup, its heat resistant, plus i´m the only one that has ever touched it, so its free of other peoples germs, thankfully. Then I put my fishing net into my little backpack, I remember that Ashton has a friend at university that took him fishing one weekend, so I thought that we could do that together since he really enjoyed it.  I found my trusty pocket knife and decided to put it in the pocket of my skirt, I can feel the soft fabric of my long blue floral skirt against my fingers, my knife blade is only 2 inches long, but the handle is intranet and its precious since my father crafted it when I was a young boy. I was going to throw away the two empty water bottles that were on my dresser, but I couldn't find the trashcan, so I put them inside of my little backpack to throw away later. I felt so much better after putting together the bag, even tho I knew that most likely nothing was going to happen and that I was just being paranoid again, ¨Hm…..¨ I sighed as I layed on my bed, backpack in arms reach of me, I was still nervous and anxious, but I was also exhausted, so I dozed off to sleep… I woke up some time later to the foul odor of burning flesh… and the sounds of the desperate screaming of the others people that were on the ship... I stumbled out of bed, disoriented and grabbed the little backpack, swinging it over my shoulder as I ran out of the room, only to freeze: the sky that was once a spectacular vibrant orange sunset was now covered with murky black thunder clouds of pure death, harsh and unforgiving flashes of light filled the vile sky as lightning cacked against the vulnerable ship; causing the dry wood to ignite, ¨Crack! Snap! Popple!¨ the towering flames screeched as they devoured the ship like a flaming black hole… I saw people try and claw their way out of the fire as the flames melted their flesh, the smell of them burning was vile and repulsing, I felt as if i was going to vomit at the sight of it… the smoke was really starting to get to me; I was getting lightheaded and the smoke burned my eyes, it was definitely not a good day to have bad lungs, I pull the neck of my oversized turtle neck sweater over my nose, the color looking even blacker than normal, I could barley see anything other than fire and death as I tried to navigate my way to the lifeboat… I can still hear their screams echoing in my mind… I eventually found my way to the life boat, but when I went to  untie the rope I recoiled at the feeling of the scorching hot metal hook that kept the boat´s rope in place: I quickly used my sleeve to cover my hand and pulled out my pocket knife, using it to cut thru the rope, before falling as I stumbled into the life boat, All that I could taste was blood as my face slams into the boat´s bench. As the boat drifts away all that I can see was the burning ship getting smaller and the dark inky waters getting more vast below my only life line… I can still hear the aggressive cracking of thunder and those haunting screams of all the other people that were once alive on the ship… The adrenaline started to finally wear off, all the pain and exhaustion finally hitting me, I could barely move my left hand due to it getting severely burnt and my face is bleeding, I can feel the warm trickle of blood from my nose and my cheek has a shallow cut from me falling with my pocket knife in my hand… I put my knife back into my pocket as I try to hang onto consciousness, but I eventually fainted due to the pain and exhaustion.