Rainsford arose with tired eyes. He lay in the fine silk bed, quietly, attentively, and, as he picked up awareness, the musings of yesterday overwhelmed his psyche. His nerves were all the while buzzing. The feeling of satisfaction and shock filled his mind, yet that was secured with a sheet,thick with slumber. As he gradually got up, he was content he had made due in the wild, outsmarted a crazy man-killer, and slept in the finest bed he had ever seen. Yet… Rainsford couldn't get a strange feeling off his mind, how did Zaroff end up on this island? Who was he truly? Those inquiries waited in his mind, however he realized that he would never get an answer. He sat up, gradually, and looked around the room, beige dividers, brilliant hued furniture, animal heads… Rainsford shuddered at the possibility of to what extent the General had become tired of them. Long enough to chase so many individuals, he thought …show more content…
There was everything a starving child would long for, jams of each apples and oranges, desserts of each shade (however Rainsford didn't take the General for a man of desserts), meat and jerky of each kind-it was a heap fit for a …show more content…
He entered three dabs, three dashes, lastly, three specks once more. The images '. . . - - - . . .' that remained for SOS showed up on the screen, and he hit 'Enter'. All was well now. He would simply hold up for Whitney to react, and he would get off this island for the last time yet what might he be able to do now? Simply sit and hold up? No, Sanger Rainsford was a man of activity he couldn't simply lounge around and hold up to be saved. There were numerous machines in this room that Rainsford hadn't even seen before-he needed to test them to see what they