Day I

This is more cruel of a reality then I could have imagined. Knowing what I do of my past life, and that all I have once known and loved is... nonexistent. I don't know where I am on this strange place anymore. I awoke on the cold shores of a tundra, soon faced with the snarling teeth of giant wolves. These weren't Beowolves, but... were just as terrifying. I barely managed to escape them, before making the foolish choice to run deeper into the frozen forest...I wish I hadn't, but at least I know now what I do because of it. My family...my friends...they wouldn't want me to just give up and die. I...I can't, for my sake...in their name. Wherever this place is, whatever it is...I must survive. I have reason to believe, from evidence in the tundra's forests, that I'm not alone...I have hostile company, somewhere on the island...although, I seem to get that everywhere. I can't believe how alert I am. This is nowhere to the degree of what I would expect my training to cover...yet I must use what I know and grow to the situation. I'm constantly checking over my shoulder. Even the slightest noise, in the most peaceful of situations, it makes me want to run for my life...but I must survive. Soon will come the time for hunting...and finally fending for myself. I have made clothes for myself finally. I have a hatchet, a pickax, and spears: all made of wood, stone, and flint. I'm tired and hungry. Thirst hasn't been much of an issue yet for me. It's just now sundown, as I write this note upon warmer, sandy beaches along a greener part of the island. I can still see the shores of the Tundra...I don't want to go back there soon. Not yet, anyway... I'll put that behind me for now. I need to make a fire and shelter soon...I best get started while I have light.

Day IV

I feel like I've been doing nothing but running for four days. I haven't slept at all since I first awoke. I just now felt calm enough to finally sit down and write another note. Yet still, I'm constantly looking around me. I thought I was easily startled before... If I was, I wonder what I am now. I built a fire and small lean-to of thatch on the beach, away from the tide. I was awoken by the sound of something bumping into the pile of logs I had laid out on the sand...that saved my life, as I soon found a giant crocodile trashing my small home. I've been on the move ever since, no sleep, to my severe detriment. My eyes are sore, and exhausted. The circles under my eyes are dark, and truly, I look pitiful every time I see my reflection. At least I'm eating. I was glad I took a moment to watch the local herbivorous wildlife eat from the vegetation. From them and this...device on my arm, I know now what's safe to eat and what isn't. Yet still, despite being plenty well fed and hydrated... I just can't help but feel, and look, malnourished. It's the lack of sleep, the lack of rest. I've tried many times over these past four days to sleep. I tried sleeping in the roots under a mangrove tree, but I was soon swarmed by massive ants. I tried sleeping in the tree of a riverbirch, only to come face to face with a giant snake. I tried sleeping on a tall rock that I had to climb to get to the top of, near the sea...some sort of pterosaur with a razor-sharp head crest attacked me viciously. Raptors have also woken me up. I've seen three different kinds: large ones that seem most common: they woke me up as I tried sleeping under the shade of trees. Then there was a smaller, nocturnal species with a strange bite and incredible intelligence. They chased me up into a tree, and tried all night to either get me down or get up to me. Then there was a third, midway in size between the two...and the smartest of them all. Those things were legitimate problem solvers, actually opening the wooden door to my home at the time, which was made out of a small cave entrance I had blocked-off with a wooden wall and door...stupid of me to do so. I had trapped myself between them and a cave full of who-knows what starting to claw apart the wooden wall blocking them off further back, and they knew it...only when the back wall was breached did it cause enough of a commotion for me to be able to escape and seal them all inside...i came back later to find they had broken down the door and escaped with their lives...They're so clever and persistent they still hunt me, as if not out of hunger...but spite, and sport...liking the challenge of prey so apparently easy and harmless, yet being able to put up such a fight...I've been living a non-stop nomad's life ever since, using the "stimberries" and Stimulant to keep myself awake as much as I can. I feel like a coffee addict...yet, I've got to keep going. I can't rest just yet. Those raptors are still on my tail. I'm constantly changing my course recently...they started launching preemptive attacks...I've walked into two of their ambushes already, barely escaping with my life each time...I've got to get smarter than them. I'm the one with the training of a hunter of Grimm. I'm the one who's an actual sentient being...I've got the real intelligence here to outwit them. I've laid traps of my own for them, and a few have worked on them...but not enough. It seems they redouble their effort each time I achieve my own victory against them...I've spent too much time writing due to my nerves. I've got to get moving, shake them somehow...If I don't, they'll get to me...or...maybe...if they can't...they know what I know. If they can't get to me anytime soon...they don't have to. I'm bound to collapse sooner or later without rest...I've...got to get going... I... must shake... Must... survive... I've got to stay awake... can't... Sitting for too long...got to get...going...drink... stimulant. Clear mind...

I hear raptors.