"Am I going to become one of these experimental subjects?" This is what I thought in my heart. From the day I first stepped onto this isolated island, I thought that I would escape from this island, but later I discovered the secret of this island. When I became a member of this island, my only thought was to survive.
The deeper I went, the more dangerous it felt. When I learned the secret of this isolated island, I knew that I couldn't get out. The only thing I could do was survive, so in order to survive, I chose to become stronger. Only by becoming stronger can I get a little protection in this world where the strong prey on the weak.
For some reason, I felt a sense of relief. During my time on the island, I often couldn't sleep, and I often woke up from dreams. I even imagined what would happen the moment I became a test subject, the moment I mutated. Would I die in pain and despair? Or would I go into a final frenzy, grabbing my weapon and going crazy one last time?
Now everything has become real, and I have become a test subject. I will gradually lose consciousness and become a savage, just like a drug addict, doing things that my mind cannot control. I will become a killing machine and join the fight among the savages.
I sat by the sea, and I thought to myself that since I was going to mutate, I might as well leave behind one last mark, and leave behind some understanding of the world in this final time. I watched the waves rise and fall, and gradually another day passed. I even wanted those lunatics to trap me in the laboratory, so that I could at least feel like an experimental subject.
I picked up a stone and took notes on a stone that looked larger. I couldn't find paper and pen in this damn place, so I could only carve something on the stone tablet. I worked hard to get a huge piece of wood. I don't know if it was because of the mutation, but my strength has become less in recent days.
"Haha, has it started?" I carefully cut the wood into a neat-looking square. I should be the only one on this island. With the retreat of the indigenous troops and the death of a large number of savages, if nothing unexpected happens, I should be the last survivor on this island.
"Write something." I was carving on the wooden board. It was really difficult to write on stone, and the words were a bit awkward. But there shouldn't be any other unlucky people coming to this place, so it doesn't matter how ugly the words are. I was just writing these things for my own entertainment.
"Even if it's just the first day, my strength is gradually decreasing today. Perhaps it's the same as the savages, some kind of degeneration has begun. I'm not a scientist, so I don't dare to make any conclusions. The power I gained from this island seems to have gradually subsided as I mutated. I can't use it anymore."
"But sometimes I'm lucky and can still use a little bit of it. I wonder if the indigenous troops come back now, will I be captured or killed on the spot? But I would rather be killed on the spot. After all, after all, I've been through so much, I don't care much about life and death anymore."
"Now I sit by the sea every day, looking at the coastline. I used to long for a ship to take me away from this damned island. Now when I look at the sea here, I feel calmer than ever, just like its calm surface. Perhaps only after experiencing it will you know the value of ordinary things."
"The only good thing about it now is that I don't have to eat anymore. Maybe it's the benefit of the mutation, but I have no appetite. I once tried to force myself to swallow something, but I couldn't eat anything. I tried to imitate those savages and eat your food, but I couldn't."
"I think it's too bold to try these things before it mutates. If you really want to eat it, you might as well wait until it mutates completely. After that, you can eat as much as you want."
"I even thought about committing suicide more than once, but for some reason I didn't choose to die. Perhaps it was because I had been through so much and had paid so much to survive on this island. Suddenly I realized that I wanted to die, but the so-called desire to survive was madly persuading me."
"I finally gave myself a reason not to die. If I want to live, I have to find a reason. I racked my brains and finally came up with an idea. In order to prevent the spread of this terrible virus, I decided to live. Only by living can I prevent the spread of this virus."
I wrote a lot, from about noon to dusk, and then to the rising of the night stars. The starry sky was reflected on the calm sea, and a bright moon emitted a pale light. I didn’t know how long I hadn’t seen such a beautiful scene. It turned out that this beautiful and spectacular scene had always been around me, but I didn’t have the mood to calm down and appreciate it.
I suddenly thought of a book I had read before - "Robinson Crusoe". Robinson Crusoe was also stranded on such an isolated island like me, but Robinson Crusoe tried hard to survive. In order to survive, he worked hard and finally held on until the ship took him away. At that time, I also admired Robinson Crusoe and even wanted to drift like Robinson Crusoe.
Go find an isolated island, to fight cannibals, to experience a free life. Now my dream has come true. I really drifted to an isolated island. There are natives here, but they don’t seem to be cannibals. They are just a group of lunatics. There is no free life here, but only fear and survival every day.
"Thinking of Robinson Crusoe, I feel that he and I are quite similar. For example, in the book, Robinson Crusoe also fell seriously ill and felt that he would not survive. However, he did not give up hope and lived on. He prayed to the Almighty God. If there is a God in this world, then those crazy people would become Satan's playthings."
I finally fell into a dream while I was lost in thought. I didn't know how long it had been since I had this kind of quiet rest. A good night's sleep had become a luxury for me. Before going to bed, I imitated Robinson Crusoe and begged God, hoping that I could get God's forgiveness and let me live peacefully this time. Even if I can't escape the fate of mutation in the end, I hope I can die comfortably and don't want to die too painfully.
I had a dreamless night and finally waited for the sun to rise the next day. I just woke up and saw a strong ray of sunlight shining on me. My body was burning and uncomfortable under the white sunlight. But now it was not the unbearable noon but the early morning.
I suddenly realized something and found a shady spot to hide in. I knew this was a disease. I had read about it in a book before. This disease is called photosnorexia. This should also be a part of the mutation. I don’t know if it can be classified as a mutation, but I just felt that the places where I was exposed to the sun were hot and uncomfortable, and I really wanted to scratch them.
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