The trails of Rockwell and George

Chapter two

I should probably explain where I am. I honestly couldn’t if I tried. All I know is that me and my “ tribe” are on an island infested with things that want to kill us. I’m not sure I could call us a tribe though. More like a primitive gang. This whole mess reminded me of Lord of the Flies. I read that book when I was little. Well my mom did but I can barely remember life back then. I should probably stop talking to myself before it gets weird.

“Too late” said a voice “ Get moving Kid Rockwell. It’s meeting time!”. This is George. He is my friend and fellow survivor. I hate meeting time. It’s where we meet up and talk about our enemies, allies, and the lack of food. Apparently the scouts found a crippled farm tribe that was recovering from a raid.

Plz hit dat like