Blog 8-Kill the beast, cut he's throat, spill his blood

The thought "Fear back at the beach" what the pig head had mentioned to me, ran through my head, a pig head talking to me? At first I thought I was imagining it. I fainted and after that I couldn't remember most of it. 

I started to walk up the mountain, it started to trickle as I moved steadfastly. I had seen something. Once I had gotten up to the top, I saw this dead man. I could start to hear a faint sound or chant. As I made my way down the mountain, I pushed as fast as I could through the bushes and vines starting to get used to the scars that it left me.  A storm had begone, I thought about how they could have thought the parachuter was the beast. The beast had taken over the boys, just like the pig head. I promised I would never give in to Jack's group even if it meant I had to leave the group. At least I would be with nature. The chant got louder and louder as I walked down the mountain but I still couldn't put the sounds together. I had to save the rest of the boys from the fear and tell them there was no beast all long. Jack had always said to Ralph that it was real when he would say it wasn't. He made everyone feel safe and that they were protected and if anything happened, Jack was there to save them.

At the blink of an eye, the sounds had finally made words that rang in my ears. Kill the beast, Cut he's throat. Spill his blood. This made me fall right out of the forest and into the group of boys. 

"It's a dead man, not the beast", my voice said tremulously. Before all of their faces blurred, They looked at me like I was some kind of beast. I felt a very sharp pain like someone had  pinched me as hard as they could. I fell to the floor with pain. It started to spread all over my body in seconds. I was gone. I left to nature.

At that moment from my eyes, I saw Jack become leader and knew there would be total

corruption. And to me the island had lost civilization.