Simon - Ishmam - Chapter 5

Today was an absolute mess. For some reason, I am not surprised. It is as if I already subconsciously accepted that this would happen. It is as if I am ready to embrace death. I don't know the connotation behind that, but certainly no sane person would think this way. After what happened last time, I just cannot simply expect anything less.

Order in this group is falling apart to say the least. For the lack of a better word, this group is now divided. There are the hunters, and then there are the rest. The hunters are getting more and more violent and less and less human, in my opinion. Things are as bad as they already are, but now on top to that, we now have a discrepancy in power.

One can almost forget that there is someone in charge just by looking at us. We run around in circles accomplishing absolutely nothing. We seem to have forgotten what our goal was, now we are just trying to survive. I have lost all hopes of rescue. Even if time comes for that, it will be an escape rather.

Today, Ralph tried to get things straight today.

He tried talk about how people were taking shorts near the food, how the hunters are completely disregarding the fire, and how no one helped with the shelters.

Then the littlun beastie talk came up. Everything went downhill from there.

All I did was go to the place where I always go, and the littluns stir up a frenzy about a beastie.

Then Jack took the conch. He was yelling like a maniac, but he promised to hunt down the beastie.

My head hurts thinking about this.

Ralphs position is at stake. We are losing order. We are getting farther and farther away from society, from being human. If Ralph loses it, we are all done. Piggy, the littluns, all of us. Power is being shifted towards Jack, but in the wrong way and I dont like it.

We are doomed.