Survivor
So there I was. Naked. All alone in the wilderness. I had to make clothes. I killed a lion with my bare hands. I then skinned it and wore clothes for the first time in 17 years. It felt good. Really good. I ran around and screamed. All the animals died. Now I am alone. In the wilderness. Waiting for my Abla to save me. But I don't have one. I will never eat again. Only pies from the tuck shop. I mean grass from the ground. The dirty dirty ground.