*Woods*

The rustling of leaves is what I wake up to. Nothing more, just many leaves as if they were aspiring me as they're queen or something. Honestly, this life gets really boring. Everyday for the past,what, 16 weeks?-I've been woken up by the leaves, then ate the most 'delicious' breakfast in the world of dead possum, and finally hunting the whole forest in search of more 'delicious' food. "Today is going to be different" I say aloud. No one would hear it,I'm just alone on this island. My steps seem to echo and weave through the big oak trees of what I now call 'big tree forest'. My mom always said I had a creative mind... As I search for some dead animals or anything edible that won't actually kill me, I stumble upon a tree with a carving in it. I cock my head as I am curious as to whom has carved it. I place my hands over it and trace it with my swollen,cut fingers. A heart...I smile. Life is still here.