I awoke from my slumber. It was my first good night's sleep in days. I still could see what remained of Zaroff in the dog pit. I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped his blood off of my face. I walked downstairs to fashion myself a meal. Then, I walked over to a table suitable for King Arthur’s round table. I slouched myself into the cushioned chair and began to ponder. For hours, I sat there thinking about how I would escape such a horrid island. After deep thought, I realized it would be nearly impossible to escape. Unless I had the help of anyone from the outside world. With no way to communicate, that too would be impossible. But, moping around the general’s castle wouldn’t help anyone. Zaroff was already low on food, so I had to do something. I armed myself with a rifle the general had in his bedroom and one of Ivan’s pistols. I set out into the woods in search of food. Time got ahead of me and by the time I got back to the castle, the sun had already set. I placed my …show more content…
Normally, I would never do such a thing, but I had lost all hope that I simply stopped caring. I actually found quite the serenity amongst all the chaos, the eye of the storm. At that point, I considered many things that I would rather not repeat. But, alas, I didn’t. If I indeed did, I wouldn’t be here telling my story and you wouldn’t hear it from anyone, for no one else survived. At least as far as I know. Perhaps, there is someone out there as I write this that had experienced this alongside me. Fights had started up again. Many were jumping overboard trying to save themselves. Those who weren't were beating each other to death. I tried to stop the rioting, but it was just too much for me alone to handle. I went into my personal cabin, opened up my personal cache of guns, and armed myself. I went out and shot a couple shots into the air. I couldn’t stop the fire, but what I could do is stop the fighting and save everyone I