Shipwrecked

Chapter 7: Blood Covered Hands (Max's POV)

I woke up really tired. My whole body ached. It wasn't the most comfortable living conditions. I got up to see Jack and Connor were already awake. And they were excited.

"Hey!" exclaimed Connor with a smile, "Look who awoke from their long nap."

"W-What happened," I stammered.

"Well," Jack replied with a big smirk, "We found you on the beach, carried you as we explored, laid you down here, and did all the work."

"Oh would you*coughing* shut up?" I teased.

"Look," said Connor after some laughing, "Jack found some stuff in a shack last night."

"Yeah," said Jack, "It's pretty useful too." 

They showed me everything they had. It was pretty cool. And a good start to our survival. We all had our jobs. Connor went to go cut wood with the ax, Jack went fishing, and I went exploring. I took the gun and knife, and I took my backpack. I wanted to find some berries or something helpful. Just in case. I started out my little journey. I wasn't really finding anything until I came across some net just laying there on the ground. I picked it up and stuffed it in my backpack. It could be useful. After a bit, I found some more net. I kept on moving until I came across a shack. It was where Jack had described it to be. I went in to see what he saw. He was right. There was blood everywhere. I moved in to take a closer look. I didn't really see anything. As I moved around I stepped on a creaky floorboard. I got on my knees and inspected it. There was nothing peculiar about it. I lifted it up to see a small room underneath, and I jumped down. When I reached the bottom I saw more net and some bear traps. A hunter must've lived here. There were 3 nets and 5 traps. I also spotted some wire. It seemed really old and useless, but I was picking up everything I could find. Once I collected everything, I headed back to the camp. As I was walking I heard a weird noise. I crept toward the noise. It sounded to be coming from behind a tree. I pulled out my gun, and when I turned the corner there was a deer lying on the ground. It had a stab wound in it. Who would catch, stab, and leave the deer? I wanted to put it out of its misery. I pulled out my knife, and stab it in the head region. I felt so bad as I looked at my blood covered hands. I picked it up and put it over my shoulder. We could use it for food. When I got back to the camp, Jack was there with 3 fish. Even though they weren't very big it was food. Connor had some wood too. 

"Hey guys," I said happily, " I found some cool stuff in the hut thing you found. It was under the floor. Also, on my way back, I found a deer th-that *coughing* was stabbed already and whimpering, so I put it, uh, out of its misery. I thought we could skin and cook it."

They looked kind of amazed. Connor started checking out the backpack as I handed off the deer to Jack. Connor and I left searching for places for the traps. We wanted to catch some food. After we found some good spots, we placed and activated the traps. The traps surrounded the camp. By the time the sunset, we were back at camp. Jack was done skinning the deer, and he said he might be able to make some clothes out of it. After eating a bit we all went to bed. It was a good day for me and my blood covered hands.