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((Adrian Staib continued from Where Was My Brain))

The past two days hadn't been good for Adrian.

The first problem would be the lack of food and water. He was on his last bit of bread and his water was going the same way.

The second problem for most on this island would normally be crazy people with guns. Though he hadn't seen any of those, but then again, he hadn't seen anyone in days.

But being alone wasn't so bad. At least he was still alive.

If Danya could be trusted, just about every person that he had met on this island had died. Simon, Ben, Jacob, even Isaiah. All dead. Those who were still alive weren't much better. He remembered Rob and Sarah. Especially Sarah. Not for the first time, he wondered if all this could have been stopped if he had caught up with her. Of course not. But he couldn't help but think that way.

As he reached a hilly area, he took out his pack of tarot cards once more. Picking out a single card, he sighed. The Seven of Coins. Failure. No matter what divining method he used, it always gave the same answer. Defeat, Pain, Loss. He knew all these cards had a bright side to them, but it didn't stop him from feeling down.

The path began to meander around the hills. He wondered to himself what he was doing. He was just going to survive right? But how was he to do that? Thinking of the pistol stashed in his bag, he wondered if it would be better to take it out.

But these thought were soon banished as there was a loud scream of pain mixed in with a few curses from over one of the hills shortly followed by cries for help. Adrian began to run.

Reaching the top of the hill, he saw a girl sitting on the grass frantically trying to get a log off of her leg

"Are you OK?" he asked, before realizing that she obviously wasn't. "Um... let's try to get this thing off"

Adrian was on the verge of panicking. "Okay. Um, what to do, what to do? Maybe we push it on the count of three." he said more to himself than anything.

"Yeah, let's go with that. Um, ready? One, two, three." Adrian pushed against the log as hard as he could. It was much heavier than it looked. For a moment he thought it wouldn't budge but suddenly it moved, rolling off her leg and coming to a stop a little bit away.

"Um, are you alright?" he asked.
"I have the heart of a young boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk" -- Stephen King

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