Journal Log: 2?
Morning Ethan. Considering you're alone why not write to yourself helps you right? It's the same as when you talked to yourself as a kid, if you haven't remember to zip up the tent so we don't get bed buddies, but also make some markers for camp like you reminded yourself in a P.S. last night.
Smart idea for using that old T-shirt of yours as flags for the markers. Honestly I even surprise myself sometimes, I think you're gonna be ok Ethan. Plant them every 100 feet or so it'll help you judge how close you are to camp, but don't put them far from the river.. the river is your life line. The river is your life line...
The first stretches on and on. I'm pretty sure I've traveled around 600 feet away from camp but every step I take, it just feels like the forest keeps going on and on there's hardly any shift in it's appearance.. I did see a deer run by, that was nice.
Ok, I've made it 1,000 feet away from camp, and just as I expected this damn forest just keeps going. Give me something come on! A cave, a waterfall, a different looking tree, a pond something! Anything!! Everything looks the damn same.
I took a quick nap, it felt a bit better but just like yesterday things stopped.. all I hear is the river flowing but it's like the forest froze.. even the sun isn't moving just like yesterday I swear it's still high in the sky like it was when I went to nap. Better head back to camp now, the river is my life line.
That walk felt longer than 1,000 feet.. but I counted 10 markers which I specifically planted only every 100 feet so it's not a mistake but why did it feel so much longer.. I'm thinking of heading down river but without knowing when nighttime will come I don't wanna end up far from camp in the dark.
Someone will find me soon.. I'm sure of it, it's only been 2 days right? Rescues don't happen instantly, in a few days maybe a week or two I'll hear the calls of another human saying my name.. or the blades of a helicopter spinning above me. If there's a god, keep protecting me and helping me survive out here until then.
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Where did the days go?
General FictionA story of isolation and loss of time alone with nothing but your own thoughts and feels and the voices you let in your mind.
