The Ones Who Are Alone

Chapter 3

Greg's eyes slowly opened.
The sun was almost up and Oliver was still sleeping.
Greg sat up the tide was out.
The air was cold, but the sun was warm.
He heard a grunt from behind.
Greg looked back.
An angry warthog that was larger than usual was only ten meters away
And it looked like it was about to charge.
Immediately Greg pounced from his position and grabbed the other paddle and held it in front of him to protect himself.
With a loud roar the warthog took off into a gallop and ran straight at Greg.
"Oliver!!!" Shouted Greg "hey you"
Greg dodged the first attack, he wasn't going to let the warthog get him again.
As the beast turned there was a paused breath as he looked in to it's eyes, something didn't seem natural. It lunged forward, instinctively he pounded the paddle into the animals skull breaking the blade.
Which made the warthog even angrier.
The warthog turned to attack but Greg drove the broken end of the Brocken blade into the animals neck.
He looked at the life boat, Oliver was awake and he had seen pretty much the whole thing.
"Got food" said Greg.
He pulled the bloody shard out of the warthogs neck, dark blood seeped out from its wound.
Oliver turned away to vomit then he saw something that made him stop.
"Greg" said Oliver
Greg turned to see about twenty bodies lying on the beach, they were about thirty or so meters away.