Eric woke up. He had forgotten about the crash and the strange creature. All he cared about now was Timmy. He looked to his watch. 7:30 AM. "Where am I? Oh right, the yacht. Shit. I'll die on this boat if I don't go to shore. Oh wait, I'll die if I go on shore too. Fuck." Eric rambled to himself for 2 and a half hours. He felt better talking to himself. It was like someone was there with him. Maybe even his wife. Eric bit into an energy bar and threw himself back on the bed. He felt like drowning himself. No. Timmy was out there. Either dead or alive, he had to find his son. Looked to the shore. Several hunch-backed humanoids stared directly at him. Directly into him. He looked to his axe and back up again. "Maybe..."
He wrapped cloth around his plane axe and put his flame to it. It combusted into flames and the vicious things shrieked and panicked. Maybe they're scared of light.
Or know what a man would do to get his beloved son back.
He hastily dashed to the driving thing he couldn't remember the name of and tried to start it up. The engine spluttered slightly before dying down. "Fucking NO!" he screamed at the top of his lungs before repeatedly headbutting the dashboard. The strange things seemed to had cleared off now, so Eric hopped into the freezing ocean and swam for shore. "I-if I c-could f-find some r-r-r-ocks and s-sticks-s I c-could make a f-fire."
Eric was shocked by how shaky and cold he was. "J-jesus Christ I-I'm col-ld," he muttered, quivering like jell-o, when he heard it. Snarls and screams from behind him. He cracked a can of beer and poured it all over his axe, before holding his lighter against it. The axe was suddenly engulfed in high rising flames. Several screams could be heard from the crowd of skinny mutants as they all backed away.
All but one.
