It suddenly grows darker as I enter the tunnel. Since my trip started to get to the arctic north pole, it has been going smoothly. But as we enter, I feel a sense of unease. And I was right, as go in I hit a block of floating ice, and a large low sound vibrates through the room. The icicles start falling off the ceiling of the cave. And I know this is how the voyages good luck will run out. BANG!! Is all I hear as the small icicles start coming down. As they start I rush to steer and turn around, but it is too late. “I knew that I should have not gone alone” I think as I go about the small ship. But they are many and I am one and I know I should stop and run below deck. But the icicles stop and I am feeling well as I and my small boat start reaching the end of the tunnel. But I do not see the falls, the deep blue water rushes down into a swirling abyss and I know that me and the ship and me are not ready. I go down and I hit the water with a splash soaking my body as I plunge into the water I look up and I see only my destroyed ship. Then I blackout.
I wake up to a snowflake landing in my mouth. It is cold but I still have the clothes from my started trip on my back. “I will need to find food and water and fast before I dehydrate and starve” I think. My thoughts of escape clear from my mind as I go into the wilderness looking about.
Darkness falls upon the earth as fatigue settles on me. I try to find shelter but All I see is white snow and trees. Then I see it, a large house, very dimly lit. Then I see a glimpse of it a bear dark red like cherry jello. Chasing after the poor person who is inside. Then The lights turn off. All I hear is a faint thump and then silence.
I plan to find a path to the house and then salvage the things inside possibly finding the victim that lies within. While I am looking out to find the house. I look for signs of food and water but I find none. “This frozen landscape is bare” I think . After 3 hours of tracking and checking I finally lay down for a nap in the snow under a pine tree
The next day is dark and gloomy. It is not snowing but it is raining. The rain hits the snow sizzling in small sprinkles destroying a patch of snow instantly and then it hits me and I know this will be my chance to get my supply of water. I taste it and it is good, “I guess this is what happens to water without pollution I think as I take more and more into my parched mouth.
As the rain slows to a drizzle I start traveling to my destination. I can see it very clearly now in the sharp light of the day. While I am nearing the house I have second thoughts. “What if the monster is still in there I think”?. But curiosity overwhelms me and I go in.
Here in the house I see the damage around me. The pots and pans scattered. The bed ripped of it insides. Then I see It the basement, with jello smeared on the wall. I plan to get all the materials I need then check the basement just in case I need a speedy escape. I find some pots and pans and put them in a sack. And I also find vegetables in a large jar. All of the food that I find other than the vegetables is bread. As I put my sack on the front porch I see a rifle buried in the snow. When I look inside of it I see 7 shots left in a barrel of 8. Then I see it in the tree. Watching, the bird is pure white and when it opens up its mouth I see the sharp teeth shaped like a scythe covered in feathers like dark chocolate. As I point up my gun I fire. But it races away at a unreal speed going up. I run to the house thinking about what happened and how to protect myself, but I see nothing except for the gun