Food
What kind of jungle didn't at least have banana's?! You woke early with the grey light of dawn barely peaking out. Not that you wanted to or even that you thought to get a head start. Your stomach woke you. Water did not fill your stomach, well it could but it wasn't the same! Crumbling you kicked at the small rocks you found along your path. No food, no clearing to try out your wings. No sightings of a camp, housing or anything of any help.
“Fuck.” you grumble out loud to yourself, seeing as no one was there, which summed up the start to this day rather well.
Today began while you looked into the river. Surly there was fish in that river. Fish was food. A nasty, smelly, and you didn't want to think on what else it was but it was disgusting, okay? A few days alone had your reasoning to yourself. You also deemed fine. Really out of all the shit happening to you, why worry over a little conversation to yourself? Back to the matter at hand. You were really tempted by the idea of fish.
Cooking it wasn't an option as you had no way to start a fire. The Japanese ate it raw, you could do it to. This was the jungle, you were a little concern about if the fish would try to eat you back. You're seen movies. You've watched documentaries. Not wanting to become fish food was a solid concern, a small quake and grumble let you know your stomachs vote. What the hell? You walk into the water slowly looking into the murky depths for some sign of life. For the sign of food. A flicker of water to your left catches your eye. You reach out with your cat reflexes and catch yourself a fish.
“All right!” you cry out holding the fish high in a victory pose. “Today I feast!” Hunger keeping back your basic human concerns of bacteria and hey isn't that fish is raw and flopping? You bite into the middle of it without a batting an eye. It was surprising good, like chicken. Why did everything taste like chicken? You ponder this thought as you walk out of the water. Confident you could go back anytime for more, you don't bother grabbing another. You don't dwell on the three-sixty your attitude towards eating it became either...
Written by psto1464 on 23 August 2018
