On an Island

You know what? I feel like Steve from MineCraft right now! Everything here is here for my own personal use. I can use it however I want, make whatever I feel like, I can destroy anything I don't like and no one is here to tell me otherwise! This island is a paradise in more ways then one for me. Some people might find being alone was a curse, I have always found it a blessing. My name is Roger. I was the son of a wealthy American business investor and so I never had to work for anything before now. I got anything I wanted and I was pretty spoiled. I was 400 pounds over weight, and hadn't done anything in my life that was worth while until recently. I only spent time improving skill that would never further me in life, but because of this Event I got a second chance to live a proper life.

Since two weeks ago, the entire population of this vacation island has disappeared and I was the only one left. If I were to describe the island, it would be very similar to the island from Dead Rising. Well, except without all the zombies and gore everywhere. I woke up one day and found that I had been changed, I seemed to be a dog of some sort except I could walk on two legs and my arms were much more muscular now. Not to mention I was greenish now as well. But I honestly think this is something of an improvement, I need to tell you guys the truth; before this change, I hated myself. I was discussed with my situation but if you had asked me back then I would have lied and said that was not true. I hated that I couldn't control myself and do things that were productive, but it was easier for me to do nothing and I always said, "Tomorrow." I'll just start exercising tomorrow, I'll stop eating so much tomorrow. But I never did. But after my change, after everything I had ever known was gone, I now had a brand new slate to work with. I weighed myself and found that I am only a hundred pounds less then I was before, but somehow, all that fat turned to muscle!

For the first week I just ran all day. It was amazing, no waddling, no limping, no needing two other people to help me up from a sitting position. I could feel the wind in my fur as I sprinted down the beach and I didn't care that I wasn't human anymore; this was worth it. I suppose though, that if you had asked me if I wanted this to happen I would have said no. I mean, who would want this to happen? But now that it has I feel amazing. Now I need to survive and find a way off this island, I may have no experience building stuff but I watched other people do it on the internet, and I think I could do the same thing now. I think.

I walked through the quiet streets humming to myself and looking for anything useful. There were still a few boats left in the harbor but I needed the keys to use them and however much I liked it here I didn't want to stay here forever. I kicked in a door and entered a random house looking for evidence that they might own a boat. I found several pictures that indicated as such, but I found no keys. Blast. I did find a couple guns though. But the draw back there, is that most guns have rather small trigger guards and my paws seem to be a bit meatier then human hands, so I'll have to find a hack-saw and cut it off so I can actually pull the trigger. But that's just one of my many projects. I want to get a boat and leave the island as a priority, but if I can't find a key I better learn to sail real fast or I'll just have to row back to America. I wonder though if sharks will eat a weird dog thing like me?

I got back to my base, which was the Life-Guard station, and put away my new guns for later. Then I went to the radio and made a few broadcasts, but as usual no one called back.

Next, I decided to go down to the docks and see if there were any boats that I could start without keys. I really should have thought of this earlier! I mean, there are some boats that you can put start up with the simple press of a button that were there because there were people guarding them, but now that there is no one to protect the boats I can take one. I'm not the smartest sometimes. I mean come on! That should have been the first thing I checked, but noooo, I went and decided to go search every house for boat keys. What does a boat key even look like? I face palmed and walked across the docks looking for such a boat for several hours. But I got lucky and found a small motor speed boat and was able to get it all started up. I found out also that apparently my tail can wag on its own and defy me even when I try to force it to stop with my thoughts. Sure I could grab it but that's not the point, I find it kind of annoying but whatever. I have a boat now!

I (drove?) the boat closer to my base and moored it to a little dock. I would have to load it up with a lot of water and food. It can't be more then a 5 or 6 hour ride over to Florida from here right? But I want to make sure I have whatever I need to make the trip safely, so I made a little list and started to choose what I might need.

* Water
* food
* bedding
* guns
* more water
* bullets
* extra gas for the boat

Just 'cause I play survival games dose not meat I know how to survive unfortunately. I kind of wanted to build my own raft and everything, but lets be real, I would not trust my life to anything that I could build right now. I got everything ready to go but left it in my base for now. I would leave in about a week. I want to make sure there is no one else on the island first.

After a good nights rest I drove around the island and didn't find anyone. I do like being alone, but it is kind of sad that everyone left without saying good-bye. On a happier note, I finally understand why dogs like putting their heads out the window; it helps to cool you down for one, but also it makes you feel like you're actually running that fast! It's a lot of fun. I got back home and got on the radio again, but this time there was someone talking! What are the odds that the day I go to look for people and don't find anyone, is the day I get called on the radio? I talked with the guy for about 3 hours. He was getting really depressed from being alone so long and apparently he was some sort of "pony" now. If you ask me, 'he' sounded more like a 'she', but who am I to judge? I've met people online who are like that. We set a meeting place at a gas station between where we were both staying and we'll meet there tomorrow. He was staying in the light house all this time, again, I'm not always the smartest. That should have been one of the first places I looked.

The next morning I woke up and sighed, there is a part of me that's happy to find someone else, but the rest of me is dreading the other problems that come with having more then one person around. Oh well, I suppose the pros out-weigh the cons as far as having more help with what needs to be done. I got in my truck and lurched off to get to the gas station. As I pulled up to the station, I saw what at first looked like a dog that had fallen into pink paint, sleeping in-front of the gas-station doors. I opened the car door but when I closed it again, I managed to wake it up. I froze and waited to see what happened. It lifted its head and looked at me and I could tell that it was defiantly not dog. Anyway, she or...he...he is a she now apparently. I don't know how that happened but she freaked out when she saw me and I kind of freaked out as well, but we calmed down and I brought her back to the Life guard station with me.

Her name was Frank and she was only a year older then me. (25) It's nice to know that I'm not the strangest thing out here though. And I still have hands! Frank does not have hands anymore and is now a girl. I feel for the guy, I guess this does add merit to the idea that you can be put in the wrong body though. She says she was a guy and I need to call her a him, but I just can't do that. It's rally weird to me. She is a nice guy though, we have a lot of the same interests and she's pretty cool. She can run faster then me I found later that day, but that makes since because she is on all fours and I'm on two. I may have arms like an ape but I will NOT run like an ape thank you very much.

I had to load some more supplies into the boat today because Frank is here and we need more. I suppose I don't mind though, it gives me time to think. I feel that Frank may freak out about her situation after we reach the mainland US and are in a better situation to survive. She's kind of avoiding talking about the transformation, and I guess I'm not the best people person, but she needs to accept that she is a she now.

We left the island this morning. Frank has been rather quiet, I haven't known her that long yet, but even I know she suppressing her emotions. She has thanked me a lot for helping her leave the island though, at least she's grateful. We can see Florida in the distance but it will take another 3 hours or so before we arrive. I really hope we don't run out of gas, I've already used most of the reserve I brought with us. We better make it or I'll have to swim us both there cause Frank can't swim.

Well, we did run out of gas about 300 yards away from the beach...it's not as bad as it could have been but I'm not happy about it either. At least Frank had had the presents of mind to toss a couple oars in the boat before we left, now I just have to row to the shore.

Aaaaand Frank got sea-sick in the last 15 minutes of the trip.....The last 15. She was fine the rest of the time but now she's sick. I carried her to a hotel that was not to far away and she hung out on the couch for the rest of the day while I check everything out. Did you know she has wings? I guess I just need to pay more attention, anyway I'm not mad at her or anything, I just liked being alone. But I'm not going to be the same person I was before this and just do what's best for me because she needs someone right now.

To whatever force caused this; I guess I'm kind of glad this happened to me. It could have been better but it could have been worse too, and I actually have a friend now so that's one thing that I never had before all this happened. I'm going to do my best to be there for Frank while she goes through this because that's what friends do right? Also, I'm gonna recommend that she change her name. What? It's not that insensitive to say that. It is weird saying 'Frank' with a 'she' pronoun.

Author's Note

Finally~! A new chapter out. Sorry for the wait, I was having a loss of inspiration and some family problems, but now I've got that worked out and I already am working on another chapter. As always, I love to hear from you guys and see what ideas you have.