Day three
Dear diary,
Have you ever got that feeling that some one, or something, is watching you?
I have that and I've had it since I've woke up today.
Me and Kelly have decided to split the jobs in half.
One of us will find the food and the other will stay at came and make weapons and make sure that the fire doesn't burn out.
I volunteered to go looking for food, and I suppose it's a good thing I did, I'm an excellent tracker, my parents before they died, were hunters and used to live out in the forest nearby the house sometimes when hunting for the weekend.

I know I've referenced them a couple times before in here, but I've never given them enough praise like I'm doing now, cuz if it went for them, then I probably won't be able to get us some meat that we'll need right now.
So, I follow these deer tracks, their larger than the ones I've tracked before so their probability a different species of deer and with it being in a desert island, this idea isn't so far fetched as it seems.
As I'm looking around the ground in this smallish clearing, I find different tracks, fresh ones, and I know their wolf ones.
I decided to go back to our camp because if this and as I'm going back, I find what looks like to of been a fight with lots of blood and claw marks on the trees.
On the ground is a couple of feathers, one gray with a red tip, and one blue.
Picking the two feathers up, I placed them in my rucksack, cuz I gave the other to Kelly, and rushed back.
Kelly was by the fire putting more wood on it when I came rushing back.
She asked me what was wrong and I told her the tracks that I'd seen and showed her the feathers.
I said, these are the biggest feathers I'd seen and the deer tracks I'd seen as well were larger than all the others.
We came to an agreement that the animals had adapted to be larger here.
I was too scared to go back into the forest after that so I helped Kelly make some arrows while she made a couple swords.
Yes, swords. Turns out Kelly's a father's daughter and helps out at her dad's blacksmith in the Midlands somewhere.
Here dad used to make swords as a hobby and had become really good at it and now supplied the swords he made to the Army. Along with other blacksmiths of course.
She got the metal from some of the plane that was lying around and heated it up and made the shape of the sword.
She made the shape of the blade and let it cool down after putting it in the water.

A/N- here's the next chapter, feel free to comment :)