Man on an island, day 369

I dig furiously under the rubble of my home to find my bag, some food and water and my medical supplies. I lift Belatrix up and I put her on top of my bag, she is still too small to run long distances- So into the bag we go. I grab my weapons (I know there is a highly upset and displaced Thing out there and I do not want any drama's on my journey). I set off with all haste, maybe the villagers got across the ferry and took shelter in the bunker under the volcano- I can only hope. As far as I run I see the damage the hurricane caused: whole sections of trees uprooted and tossed around, dead animals (I hope Harold is okay!) and debris everywhere. I reach the volcano entrance in record time and without hesitation I plunge into the darkness...