Thursday, July 12, 2012

Elimination 3: Pterodactyl's Prey

I gasp and stumble backwards a few steps. I thought humans were strong creatures, ones who had survival instincts.

But my pterodactyl has picked off nearly half of the remaining humans on the island. It swoops low and does the same for all: silent, as it flies by, it picks them up with no effort as if they are a worm and it is a crow.

The blood starts to seep as my pterodactyl sinks its strong, sharp talons into them. Their death is one of simplicity, yet they are the ones who have radiated the most fear of all deaths. Is it the shock of waking to find yourself in the grasp of an extinct animal? Or simply the pain they feel?

I sigh and sit, crossing off the names of the dead.

Simran Roy
Venice Rain
Levana Nockturne
Octaboona Ambrosisus

I hope the remaining six can do a better job at staying alive . . .


  1. Y'know Kal is going to save Octa, Right?

  2. LOL Flame, I s'pose you're right :P
    So it's Kal, Sky, Taia, Lilith, you and I. BRING. IT. ON.

  3. ~laughs~
    This is going to be fun, I have to say...

  4. *gasps in shock and dismay*

    OCTA! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!!!!
    *weep bitterly and tears our hair in anguish*

    *refuses to eat or drink or see anybody.*

    *dies of a broken heart*

  5. Ah, I'm still alive. Excellent to hear.
    I'm going to have to write well to make up for my missed entry, though.
    Red, Kal, Skyril, Flame, Lilith, I believe this next challenge will be rather fun.