Many days have passed. Exactly the same. Collecting, fixing, and the only new addition, hunting. I found that blasted pig again that made me freak out. I speared it in the the leg so it couldn't get away. It looked pained and I felt a little sympathetic, but this is the wild. This is a kill or be killed kind of place. So I used my dagger and stabbed it in the heart. It was a little messy and gross, but I cleaned it up and roasted it on a fire. Gotta admit, it was really good. I also found a stream nearby, so I now have fresh water. I think I'm going to survive here. But I bet that's what they all say.
I went to explore a little bit and found some new berries and some birds that seem harmless. When I got back the grapes in my hut were gone! Whoever did this is going to pay. I grab my spear and dagger and set off on what seems like a trail of steps. From the steps I can't tell if it's an animal I know of. It seems like a while of the same scenery but eventually the footsteps cut off. It's a small new clearing with just dirt in the middle.
There is a pig with 2 baskets of berries. One big, one small. Of course it had to be a pig. Oh well. It's right dead center in the clearing. Aim for the leg, I say to myself as I adjust my throwing arm. 1. 2. 3! Thud. The pig starts squealing and moving violently, but unable to get away, with the spear in its hip. I start to rise. A stick crunches. That's not me, I didn't take a step. I get down lower. Something is watching. I knew I should've brought the second spear, I curse to myself. Well, a dagger and nearby rocks will have to do. This is life or death. I can feel it.
