While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation Chapter 14: Killing the Wolf

"I know how to make stone tools," Margaret said, grabbing two rocks and banging them together. "But it's not exactly quick. Making a decent axe takes forever."

I had no idea Margaret could do that! She was pretty athletic and used to be into all sorts of stuff back in school.

I was starting to be impressed!

"How long does it take to make a stone axe?" I asked right away.

"About a month," she said, giving me an answer I really didn't want to hear.

In a month, we might already be rescued. Forget making a stone axe, we wouldn't have time for anything like that!

"Why don't we try that camp again? Maybe they'll give us an axe... I think they might be nicer when they see me," Ivy suggested. She wasn't very outgoing, but she definitely wanted to survive the most.

Every time we hit a snag, she was ready to step up.

And she had a point. I really hoped they'd lend us an axe out of respect for Ivy.

Early the next morning, Ivy and I headed back to the camp. On the way, I picked up a few thin stones and used smaller ones to chip the edges. It looked pretty rough, but once I tied it to a stick, it was a usable weapon.

As we walked towards the camp, we passed a bunch of animal carcasses and bones. It looked like the meat had been stripped off with sharp tools. The good parts and smoother bones were gone.

The bones were so messed up, that you couldn't tell what animals they were from. But from the skeletons, I guessed they were big animals.

Definitely not wolves.

The teeth on these bones were still there, and there were no sharp wolf fangs.

We walked past the pile of carcasses and reached the camp.

As we stepped into the camp, a loud scream suddenly came from the nearby woods. Ivy and I turned towards the sound and saw bloodstains leading into the trees.

Someone was in trouble!

I told Ivy to stay in the camp while I ran into the woods.

After being here for a while, I could feel my body getting stronger. I even felt like I could take on a wolf.

In this situation, Ivy might not be able to help, and I'd have to protect her. But if I went alone, I might be able to save someone who hadn't been bitten by a wolf yet.

On this deserted island with no medical help, getting bitten by a wolf was pretty much a death sentence.

"Can you hear me?" I shouted, holding a spear with a stone tip, while pushing aside branches. "Are you still alive?"

Usually, we kept our voices down to avoid attracting wild animals, but now I was yelling, hoping to draw out whatever had hurt someone.

If I was lucky, maybe others in the woods would hear me and come closer.

Saving one person was better than none.

Soon, I spotted a big wolf in the middle of the woods. This one was different from the others; it was huge, with thick fur, and one of its eyes was bleeding.

In front of it lay a dead person, their throat probably crushed by the wolf, lying in a weird position.

There had to be other people in the woods, but I couldn't see them from where I was.

I had seen blood in the camp earlier and thought it was from an animal.

I wanted to ask the leader how they caught animals.

But now that seemed impossible.

I should leave as soon as possible, but my shouting had already caught the wolf's attention.

As it slowly turned, I knew I had no choice but to take it down.

Honestly, if I could do it over, I wouldn't have rushed into these woods.

Even if I could handle this wolf, I didn't want to fight such a fierce beast.

While I hesitated, the wolf lunged at me, its front paws flashing like silver hooks in front of me.

My brain hadn't caught up yet, but my body moved. I grabbed its front paw with my left hand and clamped its mouth shut with my right. It growled at me but couldn't open its jaws.

Its creepy eyes stared at me, as it looked for a chance to bite my neck.

Of course, I wasn't going to give it that chance. I threw it away, but it quickly got back up and prepared to pounce again.

It was stronger and smarter than the other wolves we had seen, but I wasn't scared. When I grabbed it, I felt its fierce struggle. I could control it.

As it lunged again, I dropped to the ground and kicked its belly hard.

The wolf's weakest spot was its belly. After the kick, it rolled on the ground, writhing in pain.

Seeing it was no longer a threat, I dusted myself off and stood up. From a few steps away, it looked dead.

Was I really that strong now? Did I just kill this wolf?

I walked over to the wolf, intending to turn it over with my foot, but it suddenly opened its jaws and snapped at my ankle.

Luckily, I had picked up a stick earlier. Without thinking, I thrust the spear with the stone tip into the wolf's throat.

Blood splattered, and my vision turned red.

But the wolf was finally dead, its body stiffening and collapsing.

The wolf was dead, yet no one emerged from the woods.

I checked the wolf's body, finding wounds all over. No wonder I subdued it so quickly; it was already injured.

Its fur was patchy, and I had no tools to deal with its body, so I left it there.

I walked over to the person the wolf had killed, intending to bury him, but I noticed something in his hand.