Jacks POV

"Jack, hurry up and throw already" someone whispered, I remained focused on the pig, I cleared my mind, releasing the jagged spear, followed by a loud squeal. I began to wander back, it wasn't my job to prepare or fetch, I only killed. This was honestly one of my favourite times of the day, the sun was setting, the air cooled, and I was wandering around the jungle alone with my thoughts.

That was until Ralph came stumbling through the vines, making a grand entrance of wide eyes and breathless words.

"Slow down Ralph, your scaring me" I tried to soothe him down, but it made no difference. He was shaken and directed me to come his way, running through the green pathways until the opening.

Ralph slowed down when he reached his own room, peering in and slowly turning to me, white as a ghost, in absolute terror.

"For gods sake, Ralph, tell me what's the matter and I can help"

He shook his head, continuing to search aimlessly around his room for something. He came back out, Patting his shorts and trying to find his knife, that he must have misplaced. Honestly, why would a boy get so worried about such a thing? He can just borrow one of mine.

His stare was wild, held on me, shaking his head vigorously.

"Stop!" He shouted, before the world went black.