Howdily-doodly to the one person that is reading this. We're back here again with another chapter, this one will focus on different POVs of the kids. This chapter is unfortunately a bit shorter because I wanted to get something out. Ok, let's go
Wendell opened his eyes to the sound of the distant chirping of birds. He noticed that he, along with the rest of the other kids, were sleeping in the treehouse that his group made yesterday. Some of the kids were piled onto each other. Wendell noticed he was right on top of a still-sleeping Lewis. Thank God he wasn't being slept on or he might have puked all over the place. Speaking of puking, Wendell hadn't puked at all ever since he and the others got stranded here. This was definitely a new record to hold. Seeing that the sun was rising up into the sky and he was no longer tired, the pale-skinned boy decided to leave the treehouse and walk along and wait until the others woke up. Wendell carefully climbed over the sleeping kids to not wake them up and climbed down the treehouse.
As he walked along the sunny beach, he decided to get a drink of water from the ocean since he was thirsty. He remembered hearing Lisa at one point say that the surrounding water was freshwater, making it drinkable. After getting himself a drink, he looked into the water's reflection and saw that his war paint was almost completely smudged off. Wendel went back to the campsite where the fire was completely dead now, and the boar's skeletal remains were still there. He grabbed some of the soot from the campsite and repainted his war stripes. Doing so caused the boy to recall Lisa's sudden change in demeanor last night after taking a bite of meat. It wasn't like anything he'd witnessed in his life. Someone who was determined to have herself and everyone else remain as civil as possible instantly became one of them in a matter of seconds. He didn't know if Lisa actually meant what she said last night, or if it was just her babbling after the relief of eating food after days of nothing. Wendell would have to wait and see.
He turned around to look back at the treehouse he and his group made yesterday. He smiled proudly at it. He was glad that he created something useful for the other kids. Granted, he wasn't the only kid who worked on the treehouse, but he contributed a lot to it and he was happy about that. Hopefully he will stop being known as the kid who vomits a lot. He walked back to the treehouse and grabbed one of the spears from the weapon pile that was settled, laying on the tree's trunk. Wow, Beta Team did a good job making these, Wendell thought. He started to practice using the spear as a weapon for the time being as he waited for the others to wake up.
Martin soon woke up with the sun in his eyes. He yawned and stretched his arms, unknowingly hitting a figure. "Ow! My giant nose! a voice yelped." It was Milhouse. The voice yelped caused the others to wake up from their slumber. "Oh, I'm sorry," Milhouse! Martin apologized. "That was the best sleep I've had since we got here," Martin heard Lisa yawn. "Yeah, no kidding. You've eaten a lot, and I haven't heard your stomach growl once," Bart said. Lisa chuckled slightly. "That was a delicious dinner," she said. The kids all left the treehouse where they saw Wendell stabbing the air with a spear.
"What are you doing?" Lewis asked. Wendell turned around and saw all of the kids were now awake and out of the treehouse. "I'm testing out the weapons your group made yesterday," he answered. "I think they're well done. You guys did a good job," Wendell smiled. "Thanks," Lewis smiled back. Sherri and Terri smiled as well, having overheard Wendell and Lewis's conversation. "Operation Make Effective Spears was a success," Terri said to her twin. "Agreed," Sherri said, and they secretly fist-bumped.
"What are we doing now?" Milhouse asked pretty much everyone. The kids looked at each other for a minute until Nelson answered. "I say we all go on a big hunt and kill many animals! That way we're going to have a big feast tonight!" he said. "That's fine by me," everyone heard Lisa say. "I'll join you guys!" she added. The kids stared at her in silence before cheering. "Let's repaint our faces. We are savages after all, Lewis suggested. The kids nodded in agreement and headed back to the campsite to repaint their war paint that has since been smudged off, (except Wendell who has already repainted his stripes) including Ralph who did indeed repaint his cat face. Even Bart, Lisa, and Milhouse had put on war paint. Bart had red stripes painted all over his body. Lisa had black stripes under her eyes and her shoulders, as well as red stripes on her wrists. Milhouse had drooping stripes under his eyes/glasses and red rings painted over his wrists. After all of the black and red stripes were painted, the kids grabbed their weapons and rushed through the woods. This time, Lisa did follow them, spear in hand. All of them let out their war cries as they searched for their feast.
Today was the day for Lisa, a former vegetarian, to begin hunting for animals. As she was following the others in the island forest, a voice in the back of her head kept telling her to stop following them. To not hunt down a poor innocent animal, that what she said last night was just babbling, and that she'd still stand by her beliefs. The inner animal began to fight against the voice, causing a war of thoughts in Lisa's head. While the inner war was going on in Lisa's brain, she didn't seem to notice that she had not been paying attention to where she was going. Then suddenly... "Ow!!! God damn it!!!" Lisa snarled. She ran straight into a tree.
Bart heard his sister's yell and ran over, only to see Lisa on her back frowning up at the sky. "You okay?" he asked. Lisa looked at her brother who was staring down at her and frowned even more. "What's it look like?" she spat as she got up from the forest floor and grabbed her spear. "I thought you were good with direction," Bart said, who couldn't help but chuckle. Lisa grumbled, and she roughly shoved Bart aside as she walked past him. Bart was a little perplexed by Lisa's sudden anger. What the hell's her problem? he thought as he walked to the direction to where the other kids were, walking in front of Lisa just to make sure she would know where to go.
The two Simpson kids had soon caught up to a group where they were near the bush they had found yesterday. "There you guys are," Nelson said, sounding impatient, despite the fact that the two siblings were not even far behind. "Where the hell were you?" he continued. "Sorry, Nelson," Bart said, even though he wasn't really sorry. "Lisa forgot how direction worked and ran straight into a tree," he said. Lisa shot him a dirty look. The other kids chuckled to what Bart said, causing Lisa to give them dirty looks as well. "Well, now that you're here..." Nelson started before walking through the bush to the other side. The rest of the kids walked through the bush as well. Lisa hesitated for a second before taking a deep breath and entering the bush.
The starfish-haired girl couldn't believe her eyes. This hidden area in the island was so beautiful, bustling with animals, a little lake shining from the sunlight. This was heaven. We should have built the shelter here, Lisa thought. "All right, everyone," Bart said. Everyone turned their attention to the two leaders. "Got your weapons?" he asked. The kids nodded as they held up their spears and clubs, though they didn't seem to notice that Sherri was holding a bow instead. "Good," Nelson said. "Find as much food as you can. Let's meet back at the camp by, um..." He looked at the sky. It was noon. It really took them that long to get the to the little area? "Sunset?" Nelson looked at Bart, to which the latter nodded, "Sure." Nelson turned back to the other eight kids and said, "Alright, ding- uh, I mean, you people. We'll meet back at the camp by sunset. Now move out!" he shouted. The kids finally dispersed around the area, and the island as a whole, for the day.
As the group dispersed, Sherri thought it would be a good idea to test out the bow she made yesterday, that no one else seemed to notice, much to her confusion. She walked around the area searching for the perfect tree to hunt from. After finding the perfect one, the purple-haired girl proceeded to climb it. Now, many students at Springfield Elementary always saw the Mackleberry twins as creepy in that they don't do anything but pretend to be robotic clones or something out of a horror movie. What people didn't know was that the twins were very skilled in many things, including tree climbing! Sherri recalled one time when she and Terri were five years old, they climbed up to the top of a tree in their backyard. Their parents couldn't find them for hours. Even the cops were called. Sherri smiled at the memory as she perched herself on a thick branch far off the ground. She grabbed her bow and one of the five arrows she made yesterday and scanned the surroundings for her prey.
Sherri found a parrot of some sort perched on a nearby tree. The kids have only eaten boar for the past day or two. Hopefully parrots will be just as delicious. She readied her bow and arrow and focused it on the bird. She took a deep breath and released the arrow, shooting straight at the bird and striking it right in the eye. The parrot squawked for a second in pain before it immediately succumbed to the arrow and fell to the ground. "Yes!" Sherri whispered triumphantly as she pumped her fist. Sherri was going to use her four remaining arrows before grabbing her catches. That way it would be easier to collect her hunts afterwards. She could even reuse them so she could kill more than just five birds. Sherri wasn't sure what her twin, Terri's hunting style was, but she sure found hers. Sherri Mackleberry had finally found something that she didn't have in common with her identical twin, hunting by arrows.
Ralph was not the sharpest tool in the shed. He was rather very rusty and dull, intelligence-wise. However, that didn't mean his personality was like that. Not at all. He was a very kind boy. He meant well, even if he did something that frustrated others. Ralph was a little confused, but he had the spirit. But now, he was going to hunt an island pig today, all by himself. He began to walk around the woods to find a delicious pig to eat. Ralph soon found a rather small boar, minding its own business, eating grass. It was thankfully not a baby boar, but it was small enough for Ralph to make an easy kill by himself. The young boy slowly crept towards the boar like a cat would when stalking its prey.
When he found the perfect moment to strike, he let out a loud, high-pitched "RAWR!!" and ran right towards the boar, jumping onto its back and not letting go. The boar began to squeal and buck around like a horse. "Whee!" Ralph laughed. This was just like a rodeo! He wrapped his arms tightly around the boar's neck to secure himself, unknowingly cutting off its oxygen.
The swine tried to desperately get the human boy off of itself. It purposely ran into the many trees and even rolled over onto the ground. But everything it did proved to be futile. The boy only continued to laugh innocently as he squeezed the boar's neck, crushing its trachea. The small swine's thrush had started to fade as its brain was starting to lose oxygen. Its squeals started to become raspy and gurgled as its source for desperate oxygen was destroyed beyond repair by the human's shockingly strong grip on its neck. After what felt like an eternity for the boar, it finally succumbed to its oxygenless body and collapsed onto the forest floor.
Ralph waited for a couple seconds to see if the boar would continue to move. It didn't. He got off the carcass. A quiet crack was heard when he let go of the neck. The boy looked at his kill. The small wild boar was completely motionless. Its neck was visibly crushed. Its eyes were bulged open and some blood was pouring out of its mouth. However, Ralph wasn't as freaked out as many may have expected. Instead, the boy just innocently smiled and said, "You're sleeping like my grandma before she was put in a box,"
Martin Prince would have considered himself a pacifist who wouldn't even hurt a fly. But that was before he and the other kids got stranded on this island. Now, he couldn't help but enjoy in the killing of the animals he and the others had for food. As he searched for the perfect animal to kill for the feast, he spotted a group of rabbits not far from him. Martin didn't think rabbits were perfect enough for a big feast, but they were perfect for a small lunch. So, he decided to creep forward towards the rabbit warren, trying not to make any sound at all. He accidentally stepped on a tiny stick and silently cursed himself. Martin saw the rabbits perk the ears up and run away, frustrated, he ran after them, spear in hand.
Martin was rather surprised he was able to catch up to them. When he did, he stepped on the back legs of one of the rabbits and stabbed the other in the lower back, stopping them both in their tracks. The rest of the warren didn't even look back as they ran off, leaving the two helpless rabbits behind. Martin looked down at his two catches. They were squeaking and flailing their front paws, trying to get away, but to no avail. The boy decided to do something that himself from a couple days ago would consider heinous and inhumane. Martin put more weight on the foot that was on one of the rabbits' legs, crushing them.
The rabbit squeaked in pain as its back legs were crushed by the boy's foot. Sickening little snaps were heard. The rabbit tried to move away again, flailing its front paws. Much to its relief, Martin lifted his foot off the poor rabbit's legs. Until he stomped right on the rabbit's back, crushing it. The rabbit's squeaks of pain only got louder and more pained. The other rabbit could only look on in horror, unable to do anything. Finally, Martin lifted up his foot and, with all his might, stomped on the poor rabbit's skull. Killing it instantly and finally ending its suffering. The boy lifted his foot off of the rabbit's head, which was now nothing but a pile of crushed bones and flesh. Martin grinned sadistically at his kill. He turned to the other rabbit, who happened to make eye contact with him. The rabbit's sighs told him everything. Have mercy.
Martin tilted his head a little and removed the spear's bloody tip from the rabbit. The rabbit immediately started to run away with only its two front paws, thinking its misery was over, until... Squish! Martin stabbed the spear right into the rabbit's neck, severing its spinal cord and killing it almost instantly, just like the previous rabbit. Martin then brought the spear's bloody tip to its face. He studied it for a second until, without thinking, stuck his tongue out and licked the blood off of it. He studied the taste in his mouth for a second until looking back at the spear and grinning maliciously. "Delicious," he said.
Jeez Martin, what the hell is wrong with you!? Well, I did say that things were going to get more crazy... Anyway, sorry again about the short chapter, I wanted to get something out, and that I was busy. See ya later
