I don't know how long I lay on the beach. The last thing I do remember from before that is getting into my car - an old clunker I got for $600 - and driving back to my dorm from working my part-time job at a welding shed (poor college student needs money, will connect pieces of steel for applications of cash to palm).
And then I woke up here, slowly. In essentially my underwear, which I suppose is a small mercy, because the first thing I felt was the heat. I felt very hot, not at all like late winter in North Dakota. Aside from that, nothing except for this empty journal, and a small map-like insert. Oh, and a pen...pencil? I'm not sure how this thing works - I've never seen one before.
Where were we? Oh, right. I felt warm, and opened my eyes to a brilliant blue sky under a hot yellow sun, wearing a cloth bikini that I certainly did not
own (although I'm not giving it away at this point, either), and, oh, someone had put some sort of thing into my arm:
Great. Of course, I tried to remove it. That hurt, and it felt pretty well embedded in me, like the way a fingernail is part of you, except a bit more so - so I gave up on that. I suppose I should have been panicking more, and I guess I could have, but I felt more bewildered than anything else. Hey, you get dumped on some strange shore and tell me how you feel. Or maybe I just had my shit together, so there.
But I did stand up and look around, with a bit of dizziness that passed almost immediately. I was marooned on a thin beach, with jungle behind me and a vast see in front of me. On one side was a small river going inland, with some sort of strange obelisk that I have never seen before. On the other side, the beach continued around a small point.
Taking a few minutes to collect myself, I started moving away from the river. I once read, somewhere, that rivers are places where predators gather, and I really wanted to be able to collect my bearings. I didn't get the chance. I'd only made it a few feet when I spotted some...I'll sketch them:
Dodos. I mean, I'm no naturalist, but I had to take high school biology, and one of the species they said were extinct were Dodos. And then I spotted something even weirder in the distance. It couldn't be...but it was:
A fucking dinosaur. A fucking dinosaur!
It wasn't even scared of me, although I was scared of it. A bit. I didn't get much closer, but it was at that moment that Dorothy decided that she wasn't in Kansas anymore, so to speak. At first I guessed that I'd traveled through time, but then I remembered that Dodos and dinosaurs were a bit separated. After all, it was humans who killed the Dodos.
Speaking of which I was getting hungry. And if I learned anything in Anthro 101, it was that humans are a tool-using species. It took me a while, but I managed to construct a reasonable effective stone ax, stone pick, and a campfire from the surrounding vegetation and rocks. That done, I ran after one of the stupid little birds and bashed its head in with the ax. Thanks dad, for making me help kill chickens back home. Turns out you were right about it being a good skill to have.
Although it turns out that Dodos taste worse than chickens. Perhaps Dad and Mom were getting some revenge for my whinging from beyond the grave. It was filling though, and I'm pretty sure I cooked it long enough. "On fire" is probably long enough, right? Come to think of it, perhaps it's not the Dodo's fault that it tastes bad.
At this point, feeling a bit better, I considered that it might also be wise to build myself some shelter, and maybe a weapon. The weapon came first: I used the fire, some vine, and some rock to put together a rather mean-looking little spear. A bit flimsy, so I eventually made a couple more. Practice makes perfect. And it was a good thing, too, because almost as soon as I got up, I got attacked by this guy:
I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it was pretty aggressive. She (he?) came charging out of some bushes at me with a shriek, and I just sort of reflexively shoved my spear into her neck and dodged to the side. Whatever it is, it was pretty fragile, and it started flopping around on the ground and then just died.
Yay me, I guess? But it seems pretty clear that this island is perfectly safe. Whatever she is, this dinosaur is not a plant eater.
I did find a good location to build a hut, and a good thing, because although the sun here - and I'm increasingly sure it's not earth - moves slowly, it is
moving. But before I started, I decided to explore, just in case I discovered something really nasty nearby.
I didn't, but I did discover more dinosaur. Aside from the flying ones, I discovered some unfriendly fish in the water which tried to bite me and mostly encountered my ax (although not completely - ouch!), and this thing, some sort of giant turtle:
I also discovered these, some sort of triceratops and a parasuar:
The Triceratops mostly ignored me - well, ok, they completely ignored me, probably as something too small to be a threat. The parasaur started getting skittish when I got close, so I moved on. I also found some giant trilobites on the beach:
And I found this dude, who seemed totally unaware I was there:
I once went to a horse show, and there were draft horses there that could make the ground shake. They had nothing on this guy. He was gigantic, and probably could have squished me without realizing it, so I didn't get any closer. Even so, it was amazing to see. Also scary.
I've picked out the place for my hut:
It's pretty empty - a few of those giant turtles and the brontosaurus are around, but that's about it. The water in the river is fresh, and the place feels pretty quiet. I think I prefer it that way, and now that I've taken the time to take a break and write this down, it's time to get to work. First, build a place to live and survive the elements. Then, figure out what the fuck is going on.