The First Steps: Volume I

Hunger

I had always been a fat kid at school. Everyone that I ever met would always call me a pig. Sometimes I would get bullied by getting pinned down and getting my belly drawn on. My parents would always say that I laze around in the house and that I don't help at all.

When I was going to be in high school, I worked out a lot and ate healthy. It was rigorous training to say the least, but it was worth it because I didn't had much too lose. When I entered high school, everyone that knew me were shocked by my transformation. Some of the girls were interested in me but I declined. The bullies wanted to be friends but I rejected them. When my parents saw my transformation, they were sorry for their behavior.

As I remember the memories of the bad and the good, I was honestly glad that I turned out the way I was. Because right now, me and the other survivors were sitting around the makeshift table, the meat plated on it. As we said our prayers and ate, at first I was grossed out, but I had too, and I felt sorry.

After the plane crashed, we were washed ashore on this island. After some time, we were all hungry. It was only when the fat guy, who had passed away from blood loss after breaking both of his legs and getting impaled by a shrapnel, was when one of them thought of eating him.

We were afraid to even eat, but the hunger got to us.