The survivalist

CHAPTER3 The death

     Today I had to start moving. I took a hollow still threw some wood chips in it and put a hot coal in it since I ran out of tampons I needed a way to transport fire. I packed up the tent and went on my way. All the walking started to hurt my feet, I have to keep moving, I have to find Jorge, I have to find my way home.

         I heard a twig break and leaves crumble. I went to investigate with my knife ready to kill, when Jorge jumped at me I almost stabbed him. "Jorge" I screamed "It's you, did you come to get me?" "No" he said "then why are you here?" "I'm lost" he admitted "so we both went the wrong way altogether?" "Yes" he frowned "well let's get moving" I said.

        We started walking and walking and walking some more. The night drew near so we started our fire and went to bed. The next morning I woke up refreshed and ready to walk. When I looked over to see if Jorge was awake he was still asleep. I tried to wake him up. After about a good hour of trying to wake him up I checked his pulse, wait where is his pulse it's gone, is he breathing. No no he is not breathing this is bad this is really bad what will I tell his wife what will I tell his kids. I had to bury him.

         I started whittling a shovel. It wasn't the best shovel but it worked. I started digging till I got six feet down and I threw his body in there and buried him it was a sad day. I decided to not go anywhere that day I just stayed and mourned.