Simon - Ishmam - 2/4/15

I swear to you things are getting worse and worse. Its not my imagination anymore. I cannot comprehend the rate of escalation. It was as if something was behind all of this. As if something is pushing all of this profound negativity. I cannot simply comprehend why we are going at this direction. I am now fearing for my life again. But this time, it's not the fear of dying in the wilderness. I am fearing for my life because of people like Jack and the hunters. What are they thinking? What is Jack thinking? I am fearing that the hunters shall be the last thing I see. I am fearing that the hunters will lose it all and go rogue killing everyone and each other. I am fearing they are now taking the path of savagery. My life is in danger. Grave danger. Today Jack and the hunters went hunting. They were supposed to tend the fire. They failed to do the task that can get us all out of this island. They value the killing of pigs more than the fire. They had one job. My thoughts are jumbled. I apologize. The events that took place today uprooted me entirely. I was starting to believe that this island isn't so bad. No I have lost that piece of mind. I shall attempt to tell you what happened. Thinking about it makes me nauseous. Okay so Ralph, Piggy and I were all taking a bath in the pool. Piggy notices there isn't a fire burning at the mountain. Ralph storms up only to find no signal to our dismay. Matters quickly hit rock bottom. There was a ship in the distance that left us. It did not see us. The fire. Because the fire was out. Then the hunters showed up. The look on Ralphs face made me very afraid when he saw Jack. The hunters brought a slaughtered pig. They were chanting "Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill the blood." When I heard that, my humanity drained out of me and into the earth. They were literal savages. Jack was talking about how he cut the pigs throat, as if all he craved was bloodlust. The hunters were brutally emphasizing on the blood of the pig. It was as if they enjoyed taking the life of the pig. When Ralph confronted Jack, Piggy budded in and was slapped by Jack. A direct act of violence. Piggy's glasses broke. Thats the only thing that can make fire. Then Jack threw meat at us like a fierce angry impulsive beast. Things are falling apart. I cannot think about this any more. Ill go mad if I keep thinking about this.