"Day 19... no, 20?" Neville's fingers traced the crude marks on his homes wall trunk. Same wall he had roughly sketched a map of the sorrounding.
His routine sill the same.
"Red eyes this time. Last one had yellow. Can't eat the yellow-eyed ones...its meat gets bitter after it dies." The snare snapped. Dinner squirmed. He broke its neck with ease as it was almost second nature to him.
Gather
"Purple means poison. Blue means hallucinations. Black means..." He stared at the shriveled fruit in his palm.
"Numbness. Fine. Better than pain."
Push-ups in the mud. Knife drills against a phantom enemy. "Left guard is still sloppy. That'd get you killed back home."
"Back home... huh, where will I go from here even if I go back..."
He'd abandoned mapping by week three. The trees all looked identical. The hills kept rearranging themselves. Only the river stayed true.
