Lord Of The Flies; Chapter 4 – Painted Faces and Long Hair

“The Kill”
Jack

Dear Journal,
Today I finally killed a pig! I cut its head off and blood spewed out of the body! Apparently though, Ralph wasn’t appreciative that I caught meat. Him and his fire. He doesn’t care that we catch meat! “We need shelters! We need to keep a fire going!” That’s all he says! Then there are those blatant little ones! They just play, eat fruit, then sleep! They don’t help at all! The fire went out, and a ship passed! So who cares! We needed meat! All I’ve had in days is those fruit and puny crabs with barely any meat! Then comes
Ralph with his belligerence, “We need a fire,” is what he says. That means we couldn’t catch a pig with people manning a fire. There wouldn’t be enough of us! I just feel like killing now a days, being annoyed and all. I feel like an actual hunter with my face painted. I feel like blood doesn’t scare me and instead I want more of it. That’s why I lead my hunters into chanting, “Kill the pig, cut her throat” it makes me feel wild. We feel like killing the pig malevolently, with out mercy. To me it’s like releasing all my frustrations on the pig. The swarthiness seems to be common now. I bet if we stayed here for years we’d eventually look like Africans. We all have long hair now, like we’re savages. Sometimes I think the “beastie” is the imagination of the little ones, where we turn into savages. The gouts of blood on our hands. I sometimes feel scared as well. I fear that we might kill ourselves. Everyone’s starting to act a bit stranger than when we came. I hope my fear doesn’t turn into reality.