He picked up a sharp looking rock and smacked the coconut. Nothing.
He could only sigh. He didn't know how to open a coconut. When he watched movies all they had to do was smack it and the glorious liquid would come out. Why couldn't reality be the same just this one time?
"I guess all those tutoring classes were for nothing, I can't even open a coconut for fucks sake." He laughed at the irony of the situation.
He sat down, already tired from hitting the coconut once. His bones were aching and his stomach was convulsing with pain from hunger. He felt like his stomach was eating itself from the inside and couldn't help but clench his stomach with his hands and curling up into a ball. A cramp was growing in his lower abdomen. His head was pounding, a constant sharp pain slowly consuming his brain.
After a minute of trembling in a ball he unfurled himself and started to hit the coconut with the sharp rock once again. His hits were desperate and the coconuts first layer started to show itself, with his hands he grabbed a hold of a loose piece and started to tear it off. After a few pulls a hard shell began to show itself and he aimed the rock's sharpest part to smack the coconut with the last of his strength. A thin crack appeared and he opened the coconut to show its insides.
Watching the coconut water spilling he quickly drank its contents. After satisfying his thirst he gobbled the fresh meat of the coconut into his mouth. He could physically feel his stomach's hot pains disappear bit by bit as he swallowed the refreshing yet slightly sweet coconut.
A nutty aftertaste and a chewy texture.
He couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction, almost crying from the sensation of filling his stomach, it had been too long.
He stood up, although wobbly in his legs. He started to collect the coconuts on the beach into a pile, a total of five were laying on the beach. He decided to open another coconut.
The second coconut was much easier to open now that he had some energy to use. After his second coconut he felt slightly full, a feeling he hadn't felt for what seemed like forever.
As he looked around himself he could see that a large patch of forestry covered the other side of the island. The side he was on mostly consisted of sand, rocks and dying bushes.
Only a few coconut trees were spotted, once he had eaten the coconuts here he would have to venture onto the other side of the island but he was unwilling to do so now because he wasn't sure if it was even safe to go into the forest.
Who knew if dangerous animals like monkeys or snakes had made this island their home.
He had another important thing he had to do at the moment anyways. Setting up an 'SOS' with rocks. Being rescued as soon as possible was his top priority, if he were to run out of food or be injured badly by something he would have no way of saving himself.
As he gathered rocks his bare feet against the sand burned. A tingling sensation came from his back that was being mercilessly beaten by the sun's UV rays. His thirst accumulated quickly and he squeezed his dry throat in an attempt to moisten even just a small amount of his mouth with his saliva but he didn't have any.
As each rock slowly came into place a large 'SOS' formation formed. With the last rock in place he fell on his butt in fatigue.
Why did they place me in a boat in the middle of the ocean?
He hadn't really thought of it much because of his constant state of trying to stay alive and the nonstop loss of consciousness as he traveled in the boat. How was it possible for someone to not wake him at all as they did this to him? He was sure he would've woken up during his sleep at least once during the transfer to the boat.
If someone were to walk into his bedroom he would've sensed it before the danger even reached him.
Why was it him? He wasn't anyone special and he didn't have enemies, he was an ordinary man who lived an ordinary life.
He made his way to a hole of sea water and looked into its reflection. The same face that greeted him every morning was the same, his baby blue eyes weren't lighter or darker than before, only his skin was now a dark shade of red.
He was himself, and everything that was happening was real, no simulation could feel this real even if he wanted to deny the reality that he was in. His stomach let out a long string of gurgles and he headed back to where he had placed his coconuts.
After eating the coconut with relish he decided to make a weapon. He would need to get more supplies sooner or later and to do that he would need to head into the forest where large beasts might be waiting for him.
If the army had taught him anything besides being tough in stressful situations it was how to make do with what you had. He picked up the sharp rock, now considering it a precious tool, and began to sharpen a thick and long stick he had found near the forest but on the beach.
It took a long time for the stick's end to shape into a sharp point, the rock was indeed sharp in some areas but at the end of the day it was mostly dull from natural weathering. He had to brute force most of the process of sharpening the wood.
When the end had become a shape that satisfied him he started on another stick. After making three makeshift spears he sat the rock behind the tree he had first collected coconuts from.
He decided it was time to search the forest. He walked across the beach and met the line that separated the sand from the muddy soil.
Large green trees stretched high into the sky and
shaded the ground, the cold mud covered his feet.
He was still in his pajamas that he had slept in, boxers and a white t-shirt now stained with a slight yellow tint. It was awkward walking around in broad daylight with just his boxers but he had no other choice.
After a few minutes he reached the edge of a cliff.
Down below was a large pool of water, a waterfall was on the other side of the cliff and the cascading water fell into the large pool and off the side of the cliff.
It was a sight that stole his breath.
It was his first time seeing natural and untouched nature to this degree, it looked almost like the ads he'd see advertising resorts but the beauty of this place overshadowed them. Human touch was in everything in his life so it was even more remarkable in his eyes.
The water looked pristine and with his thirst growing every second he began to make his way down the ravine to the pool of water. Each step he was dangerously close to falling to his death, he clenched into the walls sides for support.
When he finally made it down he looked at the water with fascination. He could almost see the entire bottom of the pool of water, ripples came from the waterfall and a variety of smooth pebbles made walking to the water comfortable on his feet.
He tried to ignore the pain from his feet when he walked into the forest, however each step was like he was jumping up and down on small toys laid out by children. He had been stabbed by a small branch in the wrong angle more than once on his way here.
He would rather be at a family gathering listening to his successful cousin ramble on about his career than be walking through that forest again.
…
Well, maybe not, he did on more than one occasion state he'd rather jump into hell's fiery gates and diminish into ashes than listen to him.
His hands scooped up the water and he drank the water greedily. His throat felt the slightly cool liquid extinguish what felt like a growing ball of fire in his throat. He drank till his stomach felt like bursting and then laid on the smooth pebbles in relief.
He took his clothes off and began cleaning it in the water. As his focus was taken away from his surroundings he didn't feel the eyes that looked at his back in a predatory manner.