Castaway

First day after the shipwreck Cold. We've been ashore all day, and the rain hasn't stopped. Bram says we should head into the jungle and take shelter in the ruins. I don't want to go. I keep telling them the ruins are cursed, but Mitchell laughs it off—and Bram doesn't believe me either.

Eighth day after the shipwreck I warned them the ruins are cursed. No sooner did we settle in than the nightmares began. I dream my friends are dying. Their skin hardens into bark. Branches push out through their flesh. I wake up screaming. I'm afraid. I don't want to sleep anymore. I carved protective charms for Bram and Mitchell. They laughed. Threw them into the mud. Last night I heard them whispering about the boat. They're thinking of leaving me behind.

Nails: check. Planks: check. Rope: found. Sail: patched up, more or less. That's about it. We've got all we need for the boat. Tomorrow, Bram and I will nail it together and get out of here. While Norman can stay here and die. He sits around all day carving those cursed little charms. Witchy junk. Superstitious idiot. Completely cracked from fear of the ruins. Woke up yesterday and the lunatic was standing over me with an axe. Right. My axe. Forgot it. Where did that idiot take it?

One hundred and fifth day after the shipwreck No, the 105th day was two weeks ago. Or was it three weeks? Cannot remember. I am lost. Bram and Mitchell left me after all. Abandoned. Sailed away. Yes, they left. Sailed awa-a-ay. I stayed here. Together with their belongings. Over there. I buried it. I hid it until they come back. They will come back for me, right? They will. They surely will. I left the ruins. It is even scarier out there. Far worse than before. Now I can hear their voices even in daylight. Like they are wafting form the grave. Thudding. They are coming. I can feel it. Where is my amulet? I need amulets. More amulets. They will protect.