Wednesday, August 6th 2008:
I stayed in a cave the whole night, hiding from what's on this island. If I didn't see it myself, I wouldn't have believed it myself. But I did meet with one of the island's residents.
How it found me, I can only guess. Perhaps it smelled the fire I made, or perhaps I'm hurt somewhere on my body where I can't see it, so it smelled my blood. I don't know how, but it did. I was asleep, when some kind of loud roar woke me up. At first I thought was just the wind howling. That is until I felt a small quake, followed by another, and another. I don't know much about earthquakes, but I do know that they come at once, not one bit at the time. So whatever caused this, it's not natural. Slowly I opened my eyes, and before me there was a huge lizard, standing on two of it's hind legs. It didn't seem to notice me at first, but I didn't dare to move one muscle. Unless my knowledge of paleonthology fails on me, that thing was a Tyrannosaurus. Which is weird considering that that's supposed to be extinct for millions of years. But come to think of it, wasn't there a situation somewhere in California once where a dinosaur was unleashed? That happened many years ago, so I don't remember all the details. Could this possibly be the same one?
Once it had turned away from me, I slowly got up, tried to make my way out. Unfortunately, it heard me making a branch snap, so it immediately turned back to me. I don't know how I was even able to think at a time like this. Running into the woods would have been a smart thing to do, knowing that there wouldn't be enough space for it to move through. But knowing that there may be worse in there, I couldn't bring myself to go in. This allowed the Tyrannosaurus to run to me. With it's huge size, it wasn't able to move fast enough to catch me, when I decided to roll between it's legs. That's when my swiss knife came in handy. I took it out of my pocket and stabbed it into one of it's toes. With this, I could run away from it, as the wound slowed it down. Unfortunately, it reacted too fast for me to remove the knife before I ran away, so now I'm unarmed against anything else that may or may not be on this island.
Some people would cry themselves to sleep, I however scared myself to sleep in that cave. Before I started writing in this journal, I got out to go back to that place where I was attacked. I would look like the Tyrannosaurus has destroyed many of my belongings, which are mostly clothes, but that can be replaced, provided that I get off this island. But I'm lucky that at least this journal survived the attack.
I have no idea of how long it's been since I heard another roar. It sounded like that Tyrannosaurus's, but not like it did the other night. It sounded like something was wrong. I went to check it out, and noticed it was surrounded by... raptors, I think they're called, but I'm not sure. What I do know for sure is that with one weak Tyrannosaurus, they'd have no problem tearing it apart. I know, it tried to eat me the other night, but I merely defended myself, and it's my defense that weakened it, making it an easy target for other predators. Altogether, it's my fault that this thing will be killed, so it should be me who'd help it. I didn't know how to do that, but then one of the raptors spotted me, so there was no time for me to plan anything. I ran away from it, only to bump in on a herd of Stegosauruses. Given their huge size, when compared with raptors, the one that chased me ran away scared. This gave me an idea. I tried to piss off the herd (which wasn't all that difficult, all I had to do was show myself to them), which got them to follow me, to the Tyrannosaurus. Or at least close enough to scare the raptors away.
With the Tyrannosaurus now left alone... well there wasn't much that I could do. What I did do was take the Swiss knife out of it's toe, drag one of the raptors that the Stegosauruses killed to him, so both of us would have something to eat. It was a little reluctant to accept my help, but it knew it had no other choice. It probably never heard of Androcles and the lion, but I think that we are now part of a similar story. I only hope that it would be thankful enough to not wanna eat me once it's toe is healed.
Thursday, August 7th 2008:
Apparently, my launch from the moon and re-entry into Earth's atmosphere didn't go unnoticed. Last night, helicopters came to find me. That is, somebody has seen something, then went to look for it, saw that somebody had started a fire on the island, but needed to do all the necessary paperwork, needed to contact all the right people, among other things, only so I could be picked up to be asked about what I may or may not have seen from what crashed. I didn't tell them that it was me, for reasons I'll explain later, I only told them that I was on a stow-away on a boat, headed towards Australia, but when I was discovered, they threw me out of the ship.
Why I didn't tell them about the sphere? I have two reasons. One, they killed the Tyrannosaur. It was harmless, it lay still, it wasn't doing anything at all, yet they were convinced it was attacking me. Who are "they"? That would be the second reason I'm not entirely honest with them. They belong to the Family. Yes, I'm serious. Those people who were born as vampires, or some form of them, believing themselves to be sent by God to serve humanity. My mother even joined this family, back when it was just called the Brotherhood, but left it for "the one true religion", which ever she believes that one to be right now. From what I heard of these people, they never were such great helps. They were even responsible for the release of many viruses on this planet. From what I even overheard some people talking about, they even keep samples from that rage-virus (that nearly wiped out all of Great-Britain), the dead-virus that's similar to the former (that nearly wiped out the whole world), some advanced form of rabies (that raged in Spain), I even saw them keep a dog that looked like a sheep (or is it a sheep that looks like a dog?). I say "they collect samples", but to literally translate what we'd say in my native language, I'd say the Family collects monsters.
Anyway, so I'm at their convent, which is somewhere in Jamestown, New-Zeeland. That is, if they are telling me the truth, which can never really be said about religious fanatics. OK, I'm not particularly honest with them either, but who knows what they'd do with the knowledge that I have. I'm pretty sure it's in everybody's best interest if I don't tell them what I know.