I use sticks to build a little teepee. Like the ones you see in movies. Its harder than it looks.
I find some nearby vines to tie all the sticks I've collected together. Its pretty tacky. But it is the best I can do.
Once I'm done with the foundation I sit inside. The sand. Its gross. Grass. As I lay the grass inside as best I can I begin to feel empty. I've been to busy surviving I haven't had time to think about how I feel. But I push it aside. That's the last of my worries. The teepee is soft. Like a nice bed in the middle of absolute nowhere.
I need food. I look around and see nothing. I can get fish. As I walk silently along the endless shore I see a boy face down in the wet sand. He cant be older than 16. He has short thick black hair. As black as night. I take the bag from his back. Maybe there's stuff I can use in here. After I take the bag I roll him over. His eyes are closed. Is he dead? I feel for a pulse. Nope. He is surely alive. How long has he been here?
