Sunset cove. That's where I was.
I'd looked round, but there were no supplies worth taking, except for a few empty ammo pouches and some burnt out lamps, everything else was unusable.
I sat outside the cave and looked at the map. I pin pointed where the cove was, or where I think it was, and then found where Beris town. There was no way I was going in the right direction, but I didn't want to admit to myself that I'd probably been walking the wrong way since the beginning and at that moment, all I cared about was staying alive long enough to see the next sunrise.
It was quite weird. I saw the natives every now and then, but they just drove past me without a second look, as if they were scared if they looked too much, they'd get shot. I didn't expect them to help me, but it was as if they'd all turned cold to the sight of someone in need. Or, their lives were just as bad as mine and they needed to struggle to survive just as much as I did.
I hadn't seen any warriors since Badtown. The pirates, on the otherhand, were harder to miss..
I had thought that Jason Brody had given power back to the Rakyat. He'd liberated outposts and took out a whole organisation, and his fight hadn't even been honoured, the Rakyat didn't look like they'd done a thing to regain the island.
A factor is useless without a leader...
I'd made a decision on the fourth day to keep solely to the jungle. It didn't help with my directional skills, but it made me more aware of everything around me.
I'd learned as a kid how to travel around the jungle and find food, however, the skills had now fore-gone their sell-buy date. You didn't need to hunt a pig in a supermarket.
Apart from being a little too noisy and managing to scare the pigs and goats away. I listened to the jungle. I knew that if it went quiet, I was in trouble. I found myself a path. It wasn't man made by the looks of it, but it didn't look like it's been used recently.
The cry of the tapir haulted my walk and I pulled myself inbetween four tree's, partially hiding myself from whatever was tumbling towards me. The tapir crashed past me, crying for its life before it dissapeared in to the bushes. I took a deep breath, but then its attacker rampaged after it.
A Samatran tiger!
I let myself catch my breath before I pulled myself up, making sure I went the opposite way of the tiger. I'd had a couple close calls before, but never that close.
It was the end of the fourth day of me travelling when I found the wild boar, all alone, grazing on some grass.
The mushrooms I'd bought from the cave had ran out that morning and I hadn't come across any mango's, as of yet.
Most boar didn't run away when you charged them, they usually charged back, so, if I got behind it, jumped it and slammed the knife in to the back of it's neck, it'd work, right?
What have you got to lose?
Getting behind the smelly old creature was easy. I just didn't expect it to spook, turn round and charge at me.
It shuved me a few feet away from it and my hand slammed against the floor, letting the knife fly out of my hand and land a couple feet away from me.
I heard the boar huff and puff as it started to charge me again. I reached out with my bad hand, gripped on to the knife and slammed the knife into the back of its neck as it slammed in to my stomach.
It walked backwards away from me, the knife still in the back of its neck as it started running round before it collapsed. I felt really terrible that I'd killed it, almost as terrible when I'd stabbed the dog, but I'd had too. If I didn't, I'd probaby starve.
The jungle needed survivors. Not some useless british girl who couldn't do things for herself.
Come to think about it now, I wish I'd just caught some fish in the stream or grabbed a crab or two from the beach, but I was thinking about the long term. I'd have food for at least a couple weeks if I kept the food from spoiling, which I probably wouldn't have been able to do, and the hide would have given me some crafting material. None of them things would have come to work. I'd always hated skinning animals...
I thought I'd found a safe place to finish the long treacherous role of skinning the boar and cooking it's meat, but before I knew it, I was surrounded.