From the journal of Charlie Fast Fingers Pearson, April 23

April 23, 2017

     We spent the last ten days or so getting up to speed on finding food in the forest we are in from the scouting group and getting to the closest clean water sources that they found. Well, at least those of us who can walk have been getting up to speed. I am still out as a scouter and have continually drawn fire duty until my leg stops being fucking  lame.
     Four days ago, the original scouting party left to try to get down the mountain and the rest of us have learned to fend for ourselves. They are not going to come back until they either find people or a way down the mountain that everyone can make it down. We have no way to keep in touch, so for now, it's like they no longer exist.
     Man, I never thought I would be so sick of fruit. What tasted like heaven when we first found it, not tastes like hell. I know it's the reason that most of us have been having the shits, but with nothing else to eat, we have no choice. While we have seen birds and other small creatures in the forest around us, none of us have any hunting skills. No one knows about trapping and there were no guns on the plane. So fruit is it.
     What I wouldn't give for a piece of meat, some bread or something salty. A burger and fries with a cold beer to wash it all down. Or a steak, baked potato and a veg on the side, don't matter which one. Fuck yeah.

      Most of the survivors are getting better. Will and Mick are out of their slings and as long as they don't push it, they can use their injured arms again. Melanie still is unable to use hers, but she broke it pretty bad, her leg, too. Buck finally can stand without being dizzy, but his ribs are still bad. Melanie and Buck are like me and have been given stuff to do around our camp until they've healed a little more. Luckily, no one else was hurt bad enough to die, at least since we lost Red.
     Hopefully, our scouting party will be able to get off this mountain and find some people, still alive. Then they could bring some food back to us and we'll have a place to go and stay besides living in the shadow of our broken plane. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the natives have a village and some kind of animal to eat, like a goat. I think a cow would be too much to hope for on this island. But a goat, pig or some chickens is reasonable. Ummm. Eggs or roasted chicken. Heaven.
   

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