Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181031112919/@comment-34320391-20190306033009

Another section I wrote...

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Land.

My hands flowed through the warm sand of a beach as I regained my surroundings. By instinct, I looked up, to see… clouds. Just sky and cloud for as far as I can see.

''It is an illusion, you see. There is no sun here, only the internal heater from deep underground.''

I stumble up the beach, noticing another pair of footprints outlined in the dirt. “There’s someone else out here!” I rush up the beach to see a flimsily constructed shelter, with a newly built campfire outside. I rushed through the shelter, looking for whoever built it, shouting, “Red! Tris! I’m here!!”

I couldn’t find any evidence of who else was here, my voice soon becoming dry and hoarse. I sat down by the campfire, my legs suddenly shaky, tired.

You won’t find anyone.

My eyes instinctively darted around, before realising where the voice had come from. “You.”

''Yes, me. ''

“What do you mean nobody is here? You think this shelter was made on its own?” But I already knew. Deep inside I knew. I’d been on this island for days, even weeks maybe. Not me, him.

Care to thank me for this brilliant set up?

“No. I told you not to, you promised.”

But you allowed me to, remember?

“I was dying!”

And I saved'' you. You should be thanking me.''

I clasped my hands over my ears, “Shut up! Just get out of me!!”

But I’m afraid that isn’t really possible anymore.

I screamed into the oblivion, to no-one, except myself and the voice in my head. I lay down on the sand, my head feeling dizzy again as I faded into unconsciousness.

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It's gonna go all downhill from here.