Stranded part 1: Castaway-9 (Patreon)

You take a look outside, realizing the cave is on a dark rocky wall in the middle of the jungle. Tall trees cover your view, but you can hear it in the distance, the sea. Lots of alien birds and flying reptiles storm the area, while other weird looking monkeys climb the trees all around you making strange, unique noises. The temperature is still very high, tropical, you know you need to stay hydrated in order to survive. The buffalo comes back shortly after he left. "TOCH!", he roars, pointing his hand at you, like if he's scolding you or something. "Jhuch injixo! ih'j neh juwo eah toko!", "Ok, ok, calm down, big guy!", you raise your hands "Easy, easy...". You calm him down while walking backwards as he enters the cave, snorting and keeping his knife pointed at you. "I'm not going to..." you notice he brought a waterskin for you and some weird flowers. "Huro", he grumbles while giving you the water "Oh, fuck, thanks" "Oujch htoko, jpefpch".

After you take a couple of gulps you realize it tastes funny, almost sweet. "Hah... wha...", you look at him "What is... this...?". "Jih xefn", "Shit... you drugged me...?", you mumble while your head starts spinning. As soon as your head starts spinning he catches you before you fall on your back. "Yukowap!", "You... son of a...", "Toko, jhunx xefn" he whispers while helping you lay down. "...imma fuckin' kill... you whoreso..." You try to insult him again while you fall asleep, and the last thing you hear from him is something in his language, "Ftuh uqu i veinv he xe fiht chea?" he sighs.

When you wake up you notice your wounds are once again covered with a weird, green poultice, surely the same that healed you the night before. The creature gathered some firewood and stood still on the opening of the cave, looking out. "Damnit...", you moan while laying your back on the rocky wall. "Stop... knocking me out", you puff while he turns around "Jekkch, i jhipp xen'h rnef iw i yun hkajh chea". "What did you do to me? Why are you healing me?", "Chea xen'h peer xunvokeaj zah... i'go nogok joon unchhtinv piro chea zoweko". "Who are you?" you ask, "Chea xen'h jmour quch punvauvo, tat?". "What is this place? W-what is..." you whimper, trying to not show how desperate you really are. All you had is gone, the ark destroyed, it's been decades since then, meaning everyone you knew already died, you feel very high and thirsty and you don't know what's going on. "Fuck..." you whine while looking down and grinding your teeth in frustration. "Toch...", he whispers while giving a gentle punch on your shoulder. "Toch, uko chea upkivth?", he lifts your chin with his big fingers and looks at you, almost concerned. You look away, so he snorts again and stands up.

He grabs a weird, black rock from his bag and breaks it in half on the firewood, creating some sparkles that immediately light the fire. "Shit...", you sigh, "Well... i guess that water is drugged too, huh?". "Chea noox he xkinr" he says, taking a sip from his water bag before he gives it to you. "Maybe not", you drink it all, he doesn't seem to care, then you catch your breath and give it back to him, who kept staring at you the whole time. "Ftuh uko chea?", "I'm Adam". He tilts his head, confused. You point your hand at yourself. "Adam", then points at him. "A-dam...", he says. "Yes", "Zawwupe" He says, while imitating your gesture. "Zawwupe... is this your name or... your species?". "Zawwupe, wkequ tekn ijpunx", "Yeah, ok, whatever, Zawwupe... could i have... uhm... food?". "Hm?", he tilts his head again, like dogs do when they're confused. "Food" You make the gesture. "Fud... Oh! wkaih". "Wkaih... yes, please, wkaih, Zawwupe" He smiles, for a brief moment, then reaches in his bag again and gives you a big, purple fruit that looks like a giant pomegranate. You look at him "Food, wkaih", "Wkaih" he nods, smiling again with a proud face. "We're making progress... water" you point at the waterskin. "Water", "Fukoh". "Fukoh" you repeat while biting the fruit. While the purple, soft skin tastes like lemon, the green pulp has a sugary flavor, almost like pineapple but sweeter. "Oh my fucking god" you moan, making him giggle. "Giepohhe", "Gieppohe? This?" he nods. "Well... at least nodding means the same thing". You take another bite, drooling all over your chin. "Well, Zawwupe...", you swallow "...i fucking love Giepohe".

This looks like progress... maybe you don't have to be enemies.