Death is fate but I will never cease to forgive the demon that has condemned me to this hell. Words cannot describe the pain and anguish that was brought upon my body by the acts of this crazed man. I would have never thought a human being could think such sick and cruel thoughts. But now, I have come to know, the devil walks this earth.
“Throw him overboard!” I heard the captain yell the words that bound me to my later fate. My name is Walters. I was a rich man framed for the murder of my wife and two kids, now I faced my punishment. In my land, we punish he who does wrong by stranding him in the middle of the sea, with no way of escaping alive.
And my life ticked away as the current caressed it to eternal sleep.
The sun cracked my dry ashy skin to the point of a burn. I was alive. I have no memories of how or what happened, and I come to realize, I am alone. Sand, sand, and more sand surrounds me, and a forest dwells nearby. The only option now is to walk.
As I walked, I heard the shriek of men dying; I put it aside as my mind teasing me. With a lack of food and water, I thought I was near death. Hours went by and the sun welcomed the moon, it seemed as if the world had died. Crickets serenaded my walk, and dogs sang to the moon. Dogs.
My flesh was pierced by the teeth of a beast, and my body cried tears of blood. I fought the creature off with the last bit of strength I had preserved in my abused structure. The animal cried and limped away into the dark, slowly losing figure as it went. I was indeed afraid of what laid awaiting me in this new world I had found.
“Well done my friend, killing my dog with nothing but your own hands, I must say, great job,” this voice made me shiver as my lips dried with anticipation. Who was this man? “My name is general Zarroff, I live here, and you are my game.” These words had surprised me, what did he mean by his ‘game’?
“I—I am Walters, sir I am stranded here. Please help me.” My voice cracked showing my true feelings, I feared this man
“Pathetic fool, do you know what I do more a living? I don’t live here for your entertainment, I live here for mine!” he said it with a tone of amusement.
“What do you mean?” I didn’t know who or what this man wanted, I could only think one thought….run.
I ran with the might of a cheetah but with the strength of a dying bird. “Run, do not stop and keep running!” I panted those words over and over again as my breathing grew heavier.
Death roared and reached for me with its claws and green razor blades and the world collapsed under me. Sharp relentless stings punctured my body and I lay watching the stars, knowing I was finished.
“Now why did you run?” the general leaned over the pit at which my body laid limp.
“Leave me alone maniac!” I yelled but had no will in me. Was this my fate? What had I come across in this island?
“It is my life to kill peasants like you.” He said it as if I were a bug. A bug with no life, destined to die by the hands of a man. “But, I will let you suffer.” He sneered and left me to bleed to death.
And now I lay here, telling you my story. My audience is he who is wise and will never hear this, for I cry my warnings! If you can hear these words…. You might as well be dead. The blood slowly ensures my perish and I leave you. But always remember…..
The devil walks this earth.
