Author's Note:
This is a fan fiction in the style of a diary. You can expect at least ten chapters in total though there could be a lot more in the end. You can expect the chapters to be short but plentiful, because each day will be a chapter. This is my first shot at this so any constructive feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy the story but you don't have to. So without further ado, we begin.
Day One
The sun rose lightly over the water that I could see to the right of me. That was all I could see for miles in any direction, with the sole exception of a small spit of land far ahead. As my boat sailed on towards the coast I could see trees sparsely populating the spit of land.
The boat crashed into the land quickly disintegrating into its component parts. I scooped the sticks and wood up from the floor. I then walked towards the nearby trees and began to hit at several trees. Despite getting a sore fist, I was able to extract a fairly large quantity of wood. I then used the wood to assemble a simple set of tools for future woodwork. I placed them on a small table. I then set about tearing several blocks of wood apart to produce sticks. These sticks were then combined with more wood to produce a primitive axe.
Despite being basic, the axe significantly reduced the amount of pain in my hand. I quickly chopped several trees but ensured that the saplings that dropped were collected. I also saw several apples drop from the trees and I therefore kept myself happy by eating some of the fruit. I did save some for later, in case I felt myself getting hungry.
After having a quick sit down to recuperate my energy, I began work on a small structure to spend the night. I collected all of the wood that I could and then I set down the walls. I slowly built these up until I reached a comfortable height, and then I carefully built across with sheets for a roof. A small door hole was created, as was a basic plank of wood with holes to serve as a temporary door.
I knew my ingenuity alone could not guarantee survival, so I began work on some additional tools. A simple farming implement would allow me access to advanced crops in future, and a simple pickaxe would allow me to mine the essential minerals for a comfortable life.
The next step in my survival was to see if there were any readily available supplies of fuel. There were two or three small caves which extended deep into the ground, and one of these had a small vein of coal near the entrance. I carefully mined away at this, exploiting the natural fault in the rock between the coal and the harder rock. However, I began to hear strange noises behind me. There was a loud twang, much like the sound of a ruler vibrating on the side of a desk. This contrasted with the sounds of heavy breathing. I quickly mined the coal and got out.
By now dusk had fallen, and there was a strong sea breeze as the land rapidly cooled. I walked back to my simple shelter and used my sticks to light a small fire in a piece coal. I placed this near the centre of my dwelling, but not before creating a small chimney to stop the smoke from asphyxiating me. I then stood there and took it all in. I was alone on a new island, hundreds of miles from the hostile armies to the south who had forced me off my land and into uncharted territory. They had asked for my land to build new training centres and military bases, and when I rejected, they responded with force. Now I was stranded in this desolate place. I had no idea if there were other people heading north, but I hoped for some company to help me eke out a living.
Outside, the sounds of the evening became a sickening mix of cries and twanging. I could only assume that whatever had been behind me underground had come above the surface overnight. I sat there for what felt like hours, waiting for the sun to rise. Unlike back home, there were no almanacs here to figure out exactly when the sun could rise, and there were certainly no scientists who could calculate the sunrise time.
I dared to peek out of my shelter a little after midnight. It was extremely dark but I could make out dozens of humanoid figures. Some seemed extremely bony whereas others held their hands out ominously. But one subset of the creatures terrified me the most. They were vaguely humanoid, but seemed to have four legs and no arms. They seemed to be green with a terrifying maw that gaped towards those who looked at it. Needless to say, I decided to hide back in the shack and wait for the sun to rise back into the sky.