Day 30 after the crash

I tried spears, bow and arrows, slings, all sorts of hunting equipment, but the truth is that the rabbit and the fish were much to quick for me. So I practiced with them. I stood hours at a time shooting a tree from bigger and bigger distances. I stood in the water trying to catch something for a whole day, but I didn’t get anything. The frustration and the thought of dying overwhelmed me in such a way. I had not eaten anything but the remains of food that I could get hold of from the plain. 16 days I stood without decent food, just one or two biscuits per day. But I finally managed to shoot an arrow and use a spear.

It seems that there aren’t any predators around here. There is no big game either. There are a lot of birds and all sorts of fish but no big game. Lots of rabbits as well, very many rabbits. I finally learnt how to start a fire without matches. That was my problem for the last couple of days. They only last for that long. You take a plane piece of wood, on which you put some hay or something similar. You then spin a stick on the wood and as the hay gets red hot you throw it over the pile for burning.

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Probably a few hours after the crash

            Fuck, fuck, fuck. Something happened there. It isn’t possible for it to just crash. I didn’t do anything wrong. I am all alone. Fuck. I didn’t have to do this. Why did I do this? It was horrible; the sound was just to horrifying. The crash, oh my god. Fuck. I can’t even think. And he said I shouldn’t do it. He said so. He fucking said it’s too dangerous without him. Fuck I’m stupid. Oh my god. What am I going to do now? I cannot survive here alone. What can I eat? Where will I sleep? Oh my god. I am dead. I will be dead. I am going to die. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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