The Land Of The Dead

by badgerjadis

When alex wakes up he has no idea where he is, the only thing he knows is his name and that he has to survive the night. Alex is a survivor, but after a month of solitude another human finds their way onto the island. Is that it, are they the only ones? Or are they just the beginning? there will be memory, tears, smiles and rivalry.

1. Chapter 1

My name is Alex, that is all i knew about myself when i woke up on the beach. I don't even know how i got here. I don't remember anything. I start to panic, what is this place! Where is this place? And why does my stomach tighten with dread at the sight of the sun setting, almost screaming at me to run and hide. I don't know anything about myself, how i got here, or what I'm supposed to do, but I know when everything down to the deepest parts of your soul is telling you to run and hide, you do.

I ran for the treeline and found a tall tree, climbed up to a high and sturdy branch i sat there and watched the sky darken and as soon as the last sliver of the sun set below the water the noises began...

I saw silhouettes walking slowly between the trees some of them where moaning while some of them where just skeletons walking silently in the night then I heard something close by clicking and hissing and as I looked down, i had to press my hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out with fear, a giant spider crawled across the ground near the base of the tree its fangs as long as my hand, dripping with venom and its legs each a meter long, it paused, and sniffed the base of the tree, suddenly it looked up and it moved its head around as if to sniff but suddenly lunged ripping a squirrel from a hole in the tree and i watched as it buried its fangs into the side of the squirrel, it quickly wrapped it and it took about four second before draining the poor creature dry, then it ripped off the webbing and swallowed the carcass leaving nothing but a jumble of webs and a vile stench of blood and death.

I climbed higher to make sure that i was safe from the monsters that walked in night. There i sat until the break of day and as the first glimmer of sunlight poked up over the horizon all of the monsters turned into silhouettes of dust that faded into nothing.

At the break of dawn i climbed down from the tree and walked down by the beach. I gathered some sticks and I chiseled away at a piece of flint until I had it resembled a spear head , I made it into a spear using a young tree as a pole. I split the top of the pole, placing the spear head in the middle then I ran back to the tree i had spent the night hoping it was still there,as I got there I looked around the base of the tree and I found it.

The webbing from the spider was still there. I reached down to pick it up and when I touched it pain flared through my arm,"the venom" i said to myself. So I took off my sweater and I used it to pick up the webbing and i brought it back to the edge of the water and as I leaned over to clean it off... I saw my reflection. After all of this time not once have I seen my refection, a blond boy about fifteen or fourteen years old stared back at me from the water with cold blue eyes. I washed off the webbing and my sweater and tied it tightly around the top of the spear, using it to hold the spear head in place.

The next thing I need to do is make fire. I gather the rest of the sticks and logs i can find and I scraped a stone against my flint spear head and as luck may have it sparks flew of in abundance it did not take long before I had a fire going. I sat before the fire, drying my sweater and warming up when I heard rustling behind me the sun was still high above me but I feared the monsters from last night had come back. I grabbed my spear and turned to face the noise it was getting closer and closer and...

I breathed a sigh of relief as a chicken poked its head out of the bushes. At the sight of the bird my stomach growled and I realized how hungry I was, I lunged at the chicken stabbing it with my spear. I doubt it felt a thing. I cooked it over the fire and ate its juicy, greasy meat. It was the best thing I've ever tasted, then again Its the only food I remember eating since the day I was born. I decided to use the rest of the webbing to tie sticks in between sturdy branches creating a wooden platform twenty or so feet off the ground then I remembered the squirrel and I decided to build a little wall so i don't roll of the platform in my sleep I finished as the sun was setting and using my sweater as a pillow. I managed to fall asleep before the monsters arrived...