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Kelvin remembered it like it was yesterday-the final words written on a notebook before you didn't return to the camp.
"Thank you for getting sticks, now fueling our fire should be easier haha, I'm going off to get fish, you good by yourself for a minute?"
If he knew you wouldn't show for several days, he'd cling onto you like his life depended on it, never letting you go. At first, he thought maybe you got lost, it wouldn't be the first time- though this was quickly discarded in his mind, you had the GPS tracker at all times to keep him "in sight" besides, the creek was only a few minutes away- how would you get lost during a five-minute walk? Kelvin was shaking, nervous to the core, he didn't know where you were, what you were doing, and if you were okay. Maybe you had abandoned him? No, you wouldn't do that- would you? Days had passed by now, and he had to find answers.
Kelvin grabbed the tactical dagger you left behind, a pouch full of berries, his water flask and his backpack, ready to start his journey. Of course, he knew how dangerous it was due to his lack of hearing, though he didn't mind. He wanted to risk it all for you, he wanted to find you, save you, hold and love you.
The journey started off surprisingly easy, just tripping over few rocks and accidentally running into some spider webs. Though, due to the scorching heat of summer, his water flask was quickly empty and begging for a refill. Kelvin glanced around, his eyes landing on a small body of water only mere feet away. His footsteps were loud, scrunching leaves and breaking sticks, which, he couldn't hear. He kneeled before the water, slowly letting the water naturally flow into his flask as he looked up. A few makeshift tent's, this was practical as nightfall was near and he thought that a short break would be beneficial for his stamina before he himself died whilst trying to find you.
Once the flask was filled, he took the nearest path towards the camp, hoping for some resources, especially food as blueberries weren't necessarily filling. Though, the camp was further away than it seemed, when suddenly he remembered something. The GPS tracker, quickly he threw his backpack to the ground, rummaging through it to find his GPS locator.
Kelvin let out a huff when he did find it. He switched it on to see your location, when he say the purple circle nearby, he felt a rush of relief coarse through his body. You were close, just about a quarter of a mile towards the camp. He immediately set out, completely leaving his old torn up backpack behind. His legs moved quicker than his mind, his thoughts were racing. What if you were hurt? What if out needed help? This only spurred him on, now running towards the purple marker on the GPS.
But when he arrived, nothing. Just the illuminating light nearby from the camp and silence. He frantically looked around, maybe you were in a bush or something-
He grabbed the dagger from his pocket, cutting through bushes and pushing piles of leaves around to find you or the other GPS tracker when he stepped on something. By now, it was way darker- he was barely able to make out shapes, but when he found his flashlight- his biggest fear became reality. He saw a large object on the ground, and a camp-patterned shirt covered in something red. He knelt down, lifting said object just to realize that it wasn't an object.
Kelvin mumbled "no, no no please-" to himself, despite not being able to hear his own words.
His hands were shaking violently as he shun his flashlight down. His hand landed on the unusually pale skin, the flesh unnaturally cold. He flipped it around, to find this "object" to be you. His eyes landed on the emotionless, sickly eyes before him, his hand feeling your neck for any sign of life- but nothing. You were painted in blood, your hands, neck and particularly chest when Kelvin saw the fatal wound. An arrow in your chest, no more blood flowing indicating, that this happened at least a few hours ago, if not even longer.
When his mind comprehended the sight before him, he let out a loud cry, repeatably slamming his fists on the ground beside your lifeless body whilst calling out your name that no longer carried much value or life to itself. He swiftly grabbed you by she shoulders, dragging you to the nearby camp for some level of safety. He was silently and audibly praying for a miracle, something to return you to the realm of the living, but you were too far gone.
He slumped down beside you as he hid in a red tent, snuggling his cheek against your cold neck, trying his hardest to pretend you were still there with him, cuddling to sleep like you'd often do. He analyzed your body, all the wounds and bruises covering your entire being. Kelvin was rocking back and forth, slowly losing himself as he tried CPR for what could've easily been 20 minutes, but nothing.
It was over, you were gone, and he began to realize this. He knew from the first day stuck on this island, that you were his everything- you were his survival, you were his pal, his friend, possibly his love. He wanted to escape this island together with you and you only. He didn't want anything else in his life, just you. And this only thing keeping his hope up for everything, was now gone. He shouldn't've let you go, not alone- he blamed himself for this, for everything. For the loss of his only friend that he had on this god forsaken island.
Kelvin was conflicted, ready to just give up and fall asleep forever on your side, or burn down the entire island- fuck the mission or whatever you came here for, fuck this entire place, when he suddenly heard bushes raddling behind the tent. His back was facing the entrance, and he didn't have the strength to turn around. He heard the nearby cry of one of the many cannibalistic tribes. Kelvin took a deep breath, before laying down beside you, knowing that this was it.
-1 year later-
The sun was bright, blinding the workers eyes as they excavated the entire island, wanting to start another government project when this man stumbled upon a camp with soldiers dragging thigs in and out, others digging.
"Officer Baker-!"
Baker turned, to face one of his colleagues, smiling at the sight, and asking what the matter was.
"i want you to take a look at this-"
He mumbled, leading the officer towards the camp to a large hole in the ground that had been previously filled.
When his eyes fell upon the contents within the hole, he saw two organized full human skeletons lying beside each other.Their skeletal hands entangled, clothing thrown at their feet and the badges reading
"Kelvin" and "y/n"
