Deadwood Deer
Ten Thousand Club
Early morning rose on the Island. Triceratops and dodo birds wandered the beach, munching through bushes and muscling their way through trees for food. The beach was littered with the usual debris that appeared. Small stones, seashells, driftwood, and seaweed washed ashore last night.
As the morning sun illuminated further along the beach, three strange pieces of debris. They looked like small, hairless gigantopitheci to the dodos waddling around them, picking at the sand around their heads in search of edible bits of debris.
Humans, a species not seen on the Island for some time, three of them. Two men and a woman, by the shape of their bodies. As they rose up from their slumber, the bright sun stung their unadjusted eyes, making them look anywhere but at the sky, and coincidentally down at their left arms, where a shiny black diamond-shaped object was poking out of raw flesh in their wrists. It didn’t hurt when prodded at, but could not be removed, and did not feel like it was a natural part of them.
Soon after seeing that thing, and arriving at the conclusion that messing with it further might be a bad idea, the three humans noticed each other. They were each barely clothed, in just what their predecessors back when humans were common on the island might call underwear.
Back when humans had a solid hold on the island, there might have been someone waiting for them to wake up with a ride and clothes. Wherever the survivors came from when they washed up on the beach, it wasn’t interested in giving them any protection from the elements. But these three were the first humans to appear in some time, and the only thing waiting for them was the burning sun and sand.
One of the humans, the largest of the three, looked around very confused as he got to his feet. “Do I know you two?”, he asked as he brushed sand off of his shoulders. Jack was the name the other two could see floating over his head if they looked closely, in bright green letters. Oddly, none of them knew how they could read those letters, or remember anything before just now.
Such lettering was present over other creatures in the area, the dodos pecking at the ground around them had words over their heads that said they were a wild male or female dodo. The birds didn’t seem too concerned with creatures much bigger than themselves getting up and moving around.
As the morning sun illuminated further along the beach, three strange pieces of debris. They looked like small, hairless gigantopitheci to the dodos waddling around them, picking at the sand around their heads in search of edible bits of debris.
Humans, a species not seen on the Island for some time, three of them. Two men and a woman, by the shape of their bodies. As they rose up from their slumber, the bright sun stung their unadjusted eyes, making them look anywhere but at the sky, and coincidentally down at their left arms, where a shiny black diamond-shaped object was poking out of raw flesh in their wrists. It didn’t hurt when prodded at, but could not be removed, and did not feel like it was a natural part of them.
Soon after seeing that thing, and arriving at the conclusion that messing with it further might be a bad idea, the three humans noticed each other. They were each barely clothed, in just what their predecessors back when humans were common on the island might call underwear.
Back when humans had a solid hold on the island, there might have been someone waiting for them to wake up with a ride and clothes. Wherever the survivors came from when they washed up on the beach, it wasn’t interested in giving them any protection from the elements. But these three were the first humans to appear in some time, and the only thing waiting for them was the burning sun and sand.
One of the humans, the largest of the three, looked around very confused as he got to his feet. “Do I know you two?”, he asked as he brushed sand off of his shoulders. Jack was the name the other two could see floating over his head if they looked closely, in bright green letters. Oddly, none of them knew how they could read those letters, or remember anything before just now.
Such lettering was present over other creatures in the area, the dodos pecking at the ground around them had words over their heads that said they were a wild male or female dodo. The birds didn’t seem too concerned with creatures much bigger than themselves getting up and moving around.
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