Life of Quibblo

Author's Note:

This is my first (I think) ever entry for a Quibblo Writing Contest, so do show support! :) I'm trying my best.

P.S I know that when you read the first few chapters, you'll be wondering: "I thought the animals were supposed to be based off of people? When you read the last chapter, the truth will be explained.

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Chapter 2

The Zebra

Dear Diary,

I am worried for Alfred. That's what I named the zebra.

Being adrift on the ocean with three animals poses a lot of problems. First off, the hyena.

I don't trust that animal and it doesn't trust me. My instincts are telling me to kick it off the boat, but I don't do so for now. Because I am scared that I will enrage it and it will attack me if I try to throw it off.

The next problem is the zebra, Alfred.

Poor Alfred's leg is infected. His injury is very bad and I doubt he will survive much longer. There is no first aid on the boat.

The boat is only big enough to inhabit me and the other three animals. On the other side of the boat is a tarp that had concealed several pack of rations. From what I've found under there, there's no form of first aid whatsoever, which worries me.

Because I know that if the injury doesn't finish the zebra off first, the hyena will.


Dear Diary,

Today, I caught fish. I was lucky to find a small survival skills' handbook under the tarp, hidden behind the rations.

With painstaking effort, I managed to fashion together a wooden fishing rod with some twine and a branch.

I still can't believe I managed to do it, but when you've got the whole day to yourself just drifting on the sea, you suddenly find making fishing rods is a very entertaining hobby.

Fishing isn't much more entertaining than sitting around on the life boat. All you do is dangle the bait into the water and wait for a fish to come and bite.

I only caught one fish, and it was lucky that I did. The fish I caught was very small. I couldn't cook it without a fire. So I offered the fish to the hyena.

I figure, if the hyena stays full, the less likely it is that it will attack the zebra. Or me, for that matter. But apparently, hyenas don't eat fish.

Both the zebra and the orang-utan didn't like the fish either. Now I have a fish on board the boat too.

Sure, it's dead because it was out of the water too long and I have no idea what to do with it. How am I to eat it if I can't cook it?

I tried to eat it raw, but I was so not used to it that I nearly choked on the first bite.

Things are not looking good. The food supply is running low.


Dear Diary,

Is it possible to hallucinate on a life boat? Or better yet, is it possible to hallucinate out at sea?

I could have sworn I heard a helicopter droning on in the sky. I jumped up and down when I heard it, trying to locate it.

I kept yelling: "I'm here! I'm here!"

The sound of the helicopter kept droning, but the sound didn't get louder or softer. That was what alerted me. If it was a real helicopter, it would probably be on the move and whether it moved closer or further away from me, the sound of the helicopter's droning would change, right?

I covered my ears for two seconds and when I removed my hands, the sound of the helicopter was gone.

I don't know if it was real or a hallucination, but my one glimpse of hope was gone.

And for that, I pray it was a hallucination.

For if it had been real, then I'd let my chance of escape go. And I will never forgive my stupidity for that if it were true.


Dear Diary,

This morning, I awoke to the sound of the zebra braying.

I am getting the feeling that Alfred's time is up. He keeps looking at me sadly and making some weird zebra-noises. I can tell it's scared. Scared and weak.

There are flies surrounding its leg injury. I'm pretty sure that's a bad thing, but I'm inexperienced when it comes to stuff like this so I had no clue.

All I could do was offer comfort to the zebra.

I told it that everything was going to be alright.

For a moment, the zebra seemed to smile at me with its eyes. It recognised me as its companion. Even in its dying days, it remained optimistic.

And so I sang him a song. I sang him to sleep.


Dear Diary,

Today was a mournful day. Alfred the zebra hung on as long as it could, but the leg injury was too infected to cure and it eventually died.

I didn't what else to do to let it rest in peace in death, so I just pushed it off the boat.

The poor zebra.

But now, I sense the hyena getting hungry. I'm worried. I don't know what a hyena's dietary habits were. If it decided to attack either the orang-utan or me, that would be bad.

Yes, very bad.

I'm scared of it.

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