The Flood- Undergoing Some Editing And Stuff

A... Boy?

When I woke, I realized I didn't smell the best, neither did Nutmeg,  and that it would do us some good to wash up. I remembered a nearby stream from when my dad took me out hunting a few times. I walked that way, but it took longer than I remembered. There I washed us up and decided to go explore. Deciding to follow the stream to its source, we headed off along its pebbled banks.

Eventually, we reached a clearing with a huge tree, and the water seemed to come through the roots. But, upon further inspection, actually looked to come directly from the tree. It manifested from the roots, sparkling from the sun that had shown through the gaps in the leaves. I bent down and cupped my hands, scooping up the water and then brought it up to my lips, taking a sip. It was cool and almost sweet, but thicker than water should be.

I, for the sake of doing it, climbed onto a low-hanging branch. Then, I proceeded to hoist myself onto a higher branch. I just sat for a while. Admiring the scenery.

What am I to do with myself. Can I really survive for long on this Island without human interaction? Probably not. I’d go insane before then. I- I don’t… I’m not sure I can do this for too much longer. If nobody shows up within a few days, I will… I can figure out how to-to leave? Yeah, I can do that. Right?

“What do you think Nutmeg? If we don’t find anyone in a few days, you think we can leave this place?”

She tilted her head to one side, then the other.

“I think it’s time to head back, maybe catch some dinner?”

To that she barked an affirmative aroof!

We reached camp with a couple of ground birds, ready to be skinned and cooked over the fire I had yet to start. Once that got going, I sat and motioned Nutmeg over, stroking her head.

After eating, I lay out by the fire, wrapped in a blanket I had found not to far into the village, and with a pillow stuffed with the feathers of the birds we had, stargazing. I eventually fell asleep.

Upon waking, I decided to go back to the tree. It really interested me, how the tree seemed to be the source of the water.

I got up, got some food, and headed out with Nutmeg. We walked in the direction of the stream, and got there in three fourths the time it took yesterday.

We continued upstream for awhile, running on and off until we arrived. And yes, I saw the glimmer a few times too.

I went up and inspected the tree where the water came out. It was impossible, but I came to the conclusion that the water was actually coming from the tree. There seemed to be no other explanation.

I went ahead and climbed the tree, leaving Nutmeg on the ground. I went a little higher than last time, and stayed for a bit, just thinking. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Nutmeg ran off into the woods. But before I could start climbing down the tree though, I heard leaves rustling on the opposite side of the clearing.

They kept rustling, and so I stayed hidden up in the tree. The thing emerged from the trees, and I couldn't see it very well until it came closer to the tree.

It was a.... boy? How could it be? I thought everyone on the island was gone. Nobody lived in the woods, or worked in them either. Maybe there's somehow another island that he came over from.

He had golden blonde chin-length hair that accentuated his jawline, which I could even see from this distance. His tall and lean frame made him look agile and graceful, and his golden skin a whisper of his days in the sun.

He went down to the stream and splashed his face with water. As I attentively watched him, he turned back around to go out the way he came. As he started walking, the branch I was on creaked. The boy looked up sharply, but didn't seem to see me. I stayed still as a rock until he left. Then I slowly climbed down the tree until I reached the bottom.