Chapter 1: Ben

The boy woke up with a startle, a cold breeze flowing on his bare back. He slowly rose from the ground, and looked around to see he wasn’t in the comfy bed at home. Instead, he was on the sandy beaches of what seemed to be an island.

“Oh no, here we go again,” Ben thought to himself. He had no idea where he was, come to think of it, he didn’t have any memory of being transported here. Surely, he would’ve noticed? Maybe it was a dream?

Ben looked down to see all he had was some dirty old underwear on, and he could feel a hum coming from his wrist. He irritably looked at it to see a strange gem embedded within. He scratched it, as a painful itch surged throughout.

“Where the hell am I, and how the hell did this all happen?” Ben said to himself. He didn’t see anyone else, and he had no idea what to do. He looked at the implant again, but nothing changed, how would he survive?

“Okay, I can do this, I just have to get some shelter, food, and some water,” Ben muttered. He went around the beach to see if he could salvage some resources, and found a few pieces of torn wood and thatch on the ground, as well as a few stones. For some reason, there were a bunch of random animals around the beach, which was odd, because Ben didn’t think there would be many animals at a beach. As he took a closer look at what seemed to be a bird, it chirped almost obliviously, paying no attention to him.

“Wait a minute, this looks a bit like a Dodo,” Ben thought to himself. He punched it on the beak, and it squawked angrily, beginning to squabble away at a slow rate. Ben looked at his knuckles to see a bit of blood, and he pushed the pain away. Ben knew he’d have to make some tools, so using his basic knowledge of survival, he constructed a pickaxe out of the stone, wood, and thatch around the beach. He looked at the crude tool, and decided it’s be best to kill some animals with it. He felt another chill on his back, and he looked behind him to see that the sun was setting.

“I have to be quick, or else it’ll be too dark to see and do anything,” Ben thought to himself. He went up to a large boulder that was on the grass, and began to chip away at it. Pieces of flint and stone fell to the ground, and he picked it up. He put his pickaxe down, and afterwards decided to make a torch with the flint he just made. He rubbed two pieces of wood together very quickly, and a fire started on the base of the torch. He held it up in the air, and wind breezed by, carrying the heat of the flames to his chest, warming him up greatly. He sighed in relief, and rested by the rock where he had just mined the stone and flint. As he was resting and regaining his energy, his stomach rumbled madly, and he let out a cry of pain. His stomach began to churn and twist in hunger. He had to eat something quick.

Should he try killing one of the dodos for their meat? No, it’d take too long, maybe there were some berries around in the bushes he could eat. He got up from the ground and went over to a bush, shoving his hand in there for anything to eat. He felt something round and smooth, and he pulled his hand out and opened it up. There were a few black berries in his palm. He didn’t care if they were poisonous or not, he’d either starve to death or get diarrhea, it didn’t matter. He got more of the black berries, and afterwards ate eight of the suckers. After a few minutes, his stomach stopped growling. He smiled happily, knowing he’d at least be able to survive for a few more nights.

All of a sudden, drowsiness overcame him, and he fell to the ground, passed out. Before Ben lost full consciousness, he could hear the flapping of wings, and a man laughing sarcastically at him.

“Would you look at that, the runt got himself knocked out,” Something blunt him in the head, and everything turned to black.