The Survivor

Well, I've eaten if you want to call that eating. There was a gull perched on one of the rocks at the center of the island. The rocks are all jumbled up into a kind of mini-mountain there all covered with bird manure, too. I got a chunk of stone, a pretty small one, and climbed up as close to it as I dared. It just stood there on its rock, watching me with its bright black eyes. I'm surprised that the rumbling of my stomach didn't scare it off.

I threw the rock as hard as I could and hit it broadside. It let out a loud squawk and tried to fly away, but I'd broken its right wing. I scrambled up after it and it hopped away. I could see the blood trickling over its white feathers. The son of a bitch led me a merry, chase; once, on the other side of the central rockpile, I got my hoof, my back left hoof, caught in a hole between two rocks and nearly fractured it.

It began to tire at last, and I finally caught it on the east side of the island. It was actually trying to get into the water and paddle away. I caught a handful of its tailfeathers and it turned around and pecked me. Then I had one hoof on its foot. I got my other hoof on its miserable neck and broke it. The sound gave me great satisfaction. Lunch is served, you know? Ha! Ha! But really, looking back, I have such shame for what I did. The poor creature. But, Twilight, STOP just stop with all of this madness. Survie, remember?!

I apologize for that outburst. I don't know. I carried it back to my "camp," but even before I plucked and gutted it, I used iodine to swab the laceration its beak had made on me. Birds carry all sorts of germs, common thought, and the last thing I need now is an infection.

The operation on the gull went quite smoothly, I could not cook it, alas. Absolutely no vegetation or driftwood on the island and the ships has sunk. So I ate it raw. My stomach wanted to regurgitate it immediately.A primitive reaction. I sympathized but could not allow it. I counted backward until the nausea passed. It almost always works. Almost.

You know what? Ha ha I don't feel bad for that fucking bird. Oh, pardon my profanity, but I MEAN IT. Can you imagine that bird, almost breaking my hoof and then pecking me? If I catch another one tomorrow, I'll torture it. I will I will I will. I let this one off too easily. Even as I write, I am able to glance down at its severed head on the sand. Its black eyes, even with the death-glaze on them, seem to be mocking me. Do gulls have brains in any quantity'? Are they edible? I need more food. Hungry.