Day One: Part 1

[Victor Wolfe]

Victor Wolfe decided to take a break from his traveling, he was making good time, he wondered if any poor souls had fallen for Karl Jaks trap , Oh well he thought, if they were not smart enough to realise that only the strongest of competitors would even stand a chance, then they probably got what was coming to them, it would have only been a matter of time, merciful to kill them off quickly.

Victor noticed a rocky outcrop, the rocks hid it from view from the rest of the island and thus made it a good place to rest and take inventory of the supplies he had been given, sitting down, and making sure that he could not be seen from a distance he opened the bag.

The first item was a compass, being able to judge direction would be incredibly useful and would prevent him from getting confused if the terrain looks similar, and when used in conjunction with the map would make it much more easy to navigate. He looked over the map and quickly noticed where he thought he must be, "That looks exactly like the features I just passed, perhaps we should head here next?" Wolfe pointed at the map. " I doubt too many people will stay in this area, that allows me to try and avoid the danger, at least for the early game."

Victor put the map back into the bag and attached the compass to his belt, never know when he will need to confirm his direction. He also noticed the other contents of the bag, four trays of what looked to be his meals for this survival game, not as much of a need to fish then ,Victors stomach rumbled, reminding him that he had not eaten since he came to this land, he was starving.

Ripping open the MRE package like a rabid beast he scoffed down the meaty contents inside, he recognised the flavour immediately as beef stew, a common dish from his homeland. Although not the highest quality meal Wolfe had ever eaten thanks to the hunger that had built up, it was one of the best he had ever had. He downed one of the bottles of water with a satisfied sigh. " Never again do we go that long without food again" Victor though. He put the empty packaging back into the bag so as not to leave any signs that he was here.

Victor got up from his secluded position in the rocks and once he was sure no one was watching he continued on his path, hoping to survive for a bit longer, This island was nice and as an assassin he never got much time to just walk around and enjoy the scenery