My stomach was growling all of yesterday until I found that honey. I don’t think I have ever been that hungry before. While I do not recall much of my past childhood, I do remember always making things. I have held onto this memory since I gained it back .It brings me peace to know that I had a life before this. I wish I knew more about what kind of inventor I was though. I guess beggars can’t be choosers. I spent the night up north than at my camp because I spent so much time gathering materials and food it was too late to head back. Today, I want to go back to base and store my new findings.
I want to explore more of my surroundings. I want to fill out this map so I can feel a sense of accomplishment. It is difficult. The events that have transpired over the last couple days have been hectic to say the least. This place I am in feels evil in a sense. Like everything is working against me. I guess the idea of living comfortably is all but gone now. I need to stay busy so I do not lose my sanity.
After I drop off my gatherings I want to explore more North. Because it seemed so peaceful I am hoping to find more food and maybe even some more wild animals. I feel like I am looking for something. Maybe I am just using the map and food as an excuse but I can’t shake it. I know I am not looking for help, which is an idea that has been long gone for a while now. This is my life, I have to make the most of it.
This morning when I woke I looked out across the ocean. I noticed something moving. It was on two legs and looked rather human. I do not know if I was hallucinating or not but I had to check it out. When I started moving I noticed how heavy my pack was. I had to head back to base. My need to explore had to take a back-burner. I was heading south when I found some more carrots. I then heard something moving, like an animal struggling to get free.
I looked around and saw my trap, it caught a rabbit. When I picked it up the rabbit froze in fear. I didn’t have the means to cook it yet so I altered the trap a bit and made a cage. I gave it a carrot to eat and I soon reached my camp.
It took most of the morning to get back to camp. I was exhausted. Everything I collected weighted a ton and I could not wait to unload. I organized everything into my two chests and I felt light as a feather. I walked by my science machine, and as usual an idea popped into my head. I grabbed rope and logs as a first instinct. I sat down and let my mind work. I made some wooden planks and then the idea was clear. I could make a way to fortify my camp. I made barricades. Somewhat tall walls I could place around my camp. The feeling of safety was comforting. However, I couldn’t “install” them yet. I didn’t know what else I was going to add to my camp so I just left them near my chests.
I needed a better way to carry my stuff. I noticed the large amount of grass I brought back so I made a backpack. After my inventing session, I was left alone with my thoughts. I wanted to know what I saw up North. I had to go back up north and try to get across the ocean. Maybe I could go around that gap? I had to try. I crafted an “overnight” bag and left my camp.
I didn’t care what the time of day it was. I wanted to find out who or what was north. My explorer’s curiosity was getting the best of me. I came ready. I had some torches premade. I had food, and of course my log suit and spear. The closer north I got, the more mysterious the surroundings on. Night was approaching. Rabbits screeched and scurried off into their holes and birds swiftly flew back into the trees where their nests were. I thought to myself, “Could I have made a mistake?” Darkness came over me and I lit my torch.
With my torch in one hand and spear in the other, I was alert and ready for anything. I got to my earlier resting ground from last night and I followed the cliff east until it converged with more land. I was right; I was able to go around that gap. I moved north, slowly and cautiously. The “voices of the night” were making me nervous. Howling, snarling, I even heard some animals being hunted.
My torch was slightly fading. In the faint light I saw a small structure. I had to get closer. When I did, I confirmed it as a tombstone. With the last light my torch offered I held it closer to the front of the tombstone to read what it said.
“Here lies Wilson”
Day Five
My dreams are getting more mysterious. I remember one night where
I dreamt about a face. Well, I had that same dream but I could hear
what the face was saying. The voice was distorted, but I still
heard the words, “Say pal, you don’t look so good. Maybe you
should find something to eat”. Who was this person? Is he
responsible for bringing me here? I want more answers, but it seems
like there are no clues. The answer is most likely in my
mind, but this experience has destroyed my memories and twisted my
thoughts. My mind may as well be an MC Escher painting.
Last night was certainly an experience. I never felt like I was afraid of high places before. After last night, I can safely say that high places scare the crap out of me. I came face to face with that beast from the darkness again. I am glad I was able to fight back, even if it was blindly in the dark. Then there is that spider. I have never seen an arachnid so massive before. It had such a unique build it may as well have been a dog with more legs.
I wonder if I could use that spider webbing for something though. I should best stay away from that spider next for a while. I have to find food. I feel so empty and exhausted. I want to explore the north side of my camp. The field is so empty; I doubt I will come across anything incredibly dangerous. Just to be safe, I will pack my log suit and spear.
I traveled north. I wanted to fill out this map more and find out what was ahead of me. I have to get a better knowledge of my surroundings anyway. The empty field was nice and calm. There were birds and butterflies in the air. Oddly enough, no rabbits or other rodents scurrying around, it was a feeling of calm and bliss. I almost just laid down on the grass and took a nap. Then my stomach growled and I was reminded why I was out here in the first place. I felt so weak. I had a very active night and almost no food to recover.
Soon, I heard buzzing. I look around, expecting some big flying beast. I see some bees. I frantically started looking around for a hive, and there it was. I could smell the honey in the air, it was breathtaking. I waited a little before getting closer. After the bees got some distance between the hive I went in. I stuck my hand inside and started scooping out honey. It tasted so smooth. It wasn’t too sweet, it wasn’t too bitter. For this moment, it was perfect.
I wanted more, so I smashed the hive and collected some more honey for later and some bigger honeycomb pieces. I heard more buzzing. It was getting louder and louder. These were the biggest bees I have ever seen. They were after me. Stingers at the ready, I destroyed their home and they are out for revenge. I tried to run, but they were much faster and caught up to me. I started getting stung. I know I have been through some serious experiences, but nothing like getting stung by a herd/flock (?) of bees.
These bees were big and red, I said screw it. I whipped out my spear and started swinging. I wasn’t necessarily paying attention to what I was doing. But I did my best to attack the bees. My vision was heavily impaired when due to getting stung in the face. All at once, the buzzing stopped. I was itchy, and my skin felt like it was on fire, but it was worth it.
It took all morning but I got to the area I wanted. There were rabbits, berry bushes, grass tufts, everything I was looking for. I didn’t mind the bee stings at this point. I found what I was looking for, food nirvana. I whipped out my shovel and started getting to work. I uprooted the grass and berry bushes so I could take them back to camp. This would bring y total amount of berry bushes to 5 and it could sustain me for some time.
I pulled myself up and lit my second torch. I couldn’t rest now; I had to get to my camp. Drenched in rain water, I slowly made my way to camp. I lit my warm fire, hung my clothes, and began writing in my journal.
Boy, I hope tomorrow is better.
Last night was certainly an experience. I never felt like I was afraid of high places before. After last night, I can safely say that high places scare the crap out of me. I came face to face with that beast from the darkness again. I am glad I was able to fight back, even if it was blindly in the dark. Then there is that spider. I have never seen an arachnid so massive before. It had such a unique build it may as well have been a dog with more legs.
I wonder if I could use that spider webbing for something though. I should best stay away from that spider next for a while. I have to find food. I feel so empty and exhausted. I want to explore the north side of my camp. The field is so empty; I doubt I will come across anything incredibly dangerous. Just to be safe, I will pack my log suit and spear.
I traveled north. I wanted to fill out this map more and find out what was ahead of me. I have to get a better knowledge of my surroundings anyway. The empty field was nice and calm. There were birds and butterflies in the air. Oddly enough, no rabbits or other rodents scurrying around, it was a feeling of calm and bliss. I almost just laid down on the grass and took a nap. Then my stomach growled and I was reminded why I was out here in the first place. I felt so weak. I had a very active night and almost no food to recover.
Soon, I heard buzzing. I look around, expecting some big flying beast. I see some bees. I frantically started looking around for a hive, and there it was. I could smell the honey in the air, it was breathtaking. I waited a little before getting closer. After the bees got some distance between the hive I went in. I stuck my hand inside and started scooping out honey. It tasted so smooth. It wasn’t too sweet, it wasn’t too bitter. For this moment, it was perfect.
I wanted more, so I smashed the hive and collected some more honey for later and some bigger honeycomb pieces. I heard more buzzing. It was getting louder and louder. These were the biggest bees I have ever seen. They were after me. Stingers at the ready, I destroyed their home and they are out for revenge. I tried to run, but they were much faster and caught up to me. I started getting stung. I know I have been through some serious experiences, but nothing like getting stung by a herd/flock (?) of bees.
These bees were big and red, I said screw it. I whipped out my spear and started swinging. I wasn’t necessarily paying attention to what I was doing. But I did my best to attack the bees. My vision was heavily impaired when due to getting stung in the face. All at once, the buzzing stopped. I was itchy, and my skin felt like it was on fire, but it was worth it.
It took all morning but I got to the area I wanted. There were rabbits, berry bushes, grass tufts, everything I was looking for. I didn’t mind the bee stings at this point. I found what I was looking for, food nirvana. I whipped out my shovel and started getting to work. I uprooted the grass and berry bushes so I could take them back to camp. This would bring y total amount of berry bushes to 5 and it could sustain me for some time.
I pulled myself up and lit my second torch. I couldn’t rest now; I had to get to my camp. Drenched in rain water, I slowly made my way to camp. I lit my warm fire, hung my clothes, and began writing in my journal.
Boy, I hope tomorrow is better.
Day Four
Last night was a learning experience. I got too confident. I
almost died. If it was not for that mysterious “person”, I would
not be here. For most of the night that person was on my mind. Did I
imagine him/her? What was he/she running from? I may have just been
imagining it. I may never find out who that person is. It will be
best not to dwell on it. Nothing I can do about it now. I have to
focus on what I missed out on yesterday. My plan is to go to the
south and get those grass pickings so I can make the rope.
I am running low on food, too low. This is my biggest concern. Every night I tell myself, “Don’t starve Wilson, whatever you do, do not starve.” I have this uneasy feeling that the daytime will no longer be safe for me. This world I am in appears to be growing and changing every day.
I had to travel south and get the materials I missed out on yesterday. I needed rope to finish my new ideas for armor, and a spear. I had a gut feeling I will be needing rope for other things too. I also remembered there being a large amount of berry bushes on the way there. Something that came across my mind was to use the shovel and dig up these bushes and replant them near my base camp. This way I didn’t have to travel so far.
You never know what will jump out at you in this world. I never let my guard down despite it being daytime. I wouldn’t say I was jumpy, but I was definitely alert and aware. I came across some tufts of grass as well. I figured not having to travel far for grass would also be nice. I decided to dig those up as well.
My gathering mission went nicely. I didn’t encounter anything peculiar. I kept gathering until I could not carry anything anymore. The sun was just rising directly above me, so the afternoon was approaching. I decided to head back to base and plant my grass tufts with my berry bushes. Now I had grass to make rope as well. On my way back I look to the west. I noticed that eerie forest I wandered into that is next to the rock quarry. I thought to myself, I should prepare myself and explore that area.
I made haste and got to my camp quickly and easily. I did not remember if I gardened before I arrived in this place but I went with it. I mean, how hard could it be? I dug small holes for the bushes and grass tufts and placed them gently in place. I then used the loose dirt to cover them and it looked great. Because this place grows everything so fast, I hope the berries and grass grow quickly so I can continue with experiments.
I went over to my Science Machine and I got the urge to work on new invention. It was nice to have this memory back. I enjoy working with my hands, and despite my first few tries, I mastered the ability to make rope. It was strong enough to combine with some sticks and flint to make the spear I was wanting so badly. There is nothing wrong with wanting protection. Not everyone in the world is kind. I noticed I had some large pieces of logs. This grass shirt I found on my first day was falling apart. It offered little protection, but it helped. I wanted to make a new piece of armor. Something that was sturdier. My inventor’s intuition came into play again and I was able to use the rope and logs to make what I call, a Log Suit. It should be tough for monsters to bite through.
After I finished making new items, my stomach started to growl. I thought to myself, “Great, this is the last thing I need.” I looked in my chest for what food items I had. I had some berries and a couple carrots. They started to show some odd colors so I had to eat them now before they spoiled. Sadly, it was the last of my carrot/berry supply. All I had left were my healing petals and seeds.
I made two torches for tonight. I wanted to explore that mysterious forest to the west. The torches were if I stayed too long. I packed up my spear, put on my log suit, grabbed some petals and headed out. It was just turning to dusk so I knew I had a couple hours of light left.
Once I entered the forest I had that same feeling of uneasiness I first felt when I arrived. However, I cannot let that feeling get the best of me. I recalled seeing some egg-shaped thing in the distance last time I was there. I saw it again and got closer. All of a sudden it got black. Thankfully I was prepared for this and I lit my torch in time. I had to get closer.As I took my steps forward I noticed something moving around it.
I heard crunching sounds. I knew they weren’t footsteps. This was the sound of something eating. I take a step forward and a branch snaps. I know, a total cliché but it happened. My heart-felt like it stopped. I started sweating. A bead a sweat was running down my cheek from my forehead. When it hit the floor the thing that was eating spun around. I saw big glowing eyes. My heart was now beating outside my chest, I was frozen solid. It was a staring match between me and this thing. It opened its mouth and I saw massive fangs, covered in blood.
I saw it move towards me. It had multiple legs, it was a spider, and that egg-shaped thing was a small nest. It took one more step and I bolted in the opposite direction. I had a feeling it was chasing me but I did not look back. All of a sudden it started raining. This rain was making it difficult to run as the dirt was getting more and more wet, turning to thick mud. Some water got in my eye and I slipped. I was sliding for a while before I noticed nothing was under me. I was so startled by the abnormally large spider I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.
There is a large gap between my camp and the rock quarry/forest is. I have to go around it normally. This time I didn’t, and I was paying the price. I dropped my torch and hung onto a thick branch that was sticking out. I was in total darkness, it was cold and wet. I thought this was it. I was dangling above a rampaging ocean. I felt my hands slipping.
It stopped raining, but the branch I was holding onto was showing signs of giving out. I got close to the cliff to pull myself up when I saw it. The monster from the darkness. It was here, and I was more vulnerable than ever. I see it staring at me, with those piercing eyes. It grinned, bearing its teeth. I still didn’t see the body, just those eyes, and the rows of sharp teeth.
It leaned over; I felt its saliva dripping on my hands. Almost instantly, my fight or flight instincts kicked in. My right hand flashes off the branch and reaches behind me. I grab my spear and flail it towards the monster. I hear a cutting sound and a whimper. It was followed by fast footsteps. I pulled myself up and lit my second torch. I couldn’t rest now; I had to get to my camp. Drenched in rain water, I slowly made my way to camp. I lit my warm fire, hung my clothes, and began writing in my journal. Boy, I hope tomorrow is better.
I am running low on food, too low. This is my biggest concern. Every night I tell myself, “Don’t starve Wilson, whatever you do, do not starve.” I have this uneasy feeling that the daytime will no longer be safe for me. This world I am in appears to be growing and changing every day.
I had to travel south and get the materials I missed out on yesterday. I needed rope to finish my new ideas for armor, and a spear. I had a gut feeling I will be needing rope for other things too. I also remembered there being a large amount of berry bushes on the way there. Something that came across my mind was to use the shovel and dig up these bushes and replant them near my base camp. This way I didn’t have to travel so far.
You never know what will jump out at you in this world. I never let my guard down despite it being daytime. I wouldn’t say I was jumpy, but I was definitely alert and aware. I came across some tufts of grass as well. I figured not having to travel far for grass would also be nice. I decided to dig those up as well.
My gathering mission went nicely. I didn’t encounter anything peculiar. I kept gathering until I could not carry anything anymore. The sun was just rising directly above me, so the afternoon was approaching. I decided to head back to base and plant my grass tufts with my berry bushes. Now I had grass to make rope as well. On my way back I look to the west. I noticed that eerie forest I wandered into that is next to the rock quarry. I thought to myself, I should prepare myself and explore that area.
I made haste and got to my camp quickly and easily. I did not remember if I gardened before I arrived in this place but I went with it. I mean, how hard could it be? I dug small holes for the bushes and grass tufts and placed them gently in place. I then used the loose dirt to cover them and it looked great. Because this place grows everything so fast, I hope the berries and grass grow quickly so I can continue with experiments.
I went over to my Science Machine and I got the urge to work on new invention. It was nice to have this memory back. I enjoy working with my hands, and despite my first few tries, I mastered the ability to make rope. It was strong enough to combine with some sticks and flint to make the spear I was wanting so badly. There is nothing wrong with wanting protection. Not everyone in the world is kind. I noticed I had some large pieces of logs. This grass shirt I found on my first day was falling apart. It offered little protection, but it helped. I wanted to make a new piece of armor. Something that was sturdier. My inventor’s intuition came into play again and I was able to use the rope and logs to make what I call, a Log Suit. It should be tough for monsters to bite through.
After I finished making new items, my stomach started to growl. I thought to myself, “Great, this is the last thing I need.” I looked in my chest for what food items I had. I had some berries and a couple carrots. They started to show some odd colors so I had to eat them now before they spoiled. Sadly, it was the last of my carrot/berry supply. All I had left were my healing petals and seeds.
I made two torches for tonight. I wanted to explore that mysterious forest to the west. The torches were if I stayed too long. I packed up my spear, put on my log suit, grabbed some petals and headed out. It was just turning to dusk so I knew I had a couple hours of light left.
Once I entered the forest I had that same feeling of uneasiness I first felt when I arrived. However, I cannot let that feeling get the best of me. I recalled seeing some egg-shaped thing in the distance last time I was there. I saw it again and got closer. All of a sudden it got black. Thankfully I was prepared for this and I lit my torch in time. I had to get closer.As I took my steps forward I noticed something moving around it.
I heard crunching sounds. I knew they weren’t footsteps. This was the sound of something eating. I take a step forward and a branch snaps. I know, a total cliché but it happened. My heart-felt like it stopped. I started sweating. A bead a sweat was running down my cheek from my forehead. When it hit the floor the thing that was eating spun around. I saw big glowing eyes. My heart was now beating outside my chest, I was frozen solid. It was a staring match between me and this thing. It opened its mouth and I saw massive fangs, covered in blood.
I saw it move towards me. It had multiple legs, it was a spider, and that egg-shaped thing was a small nest. It took one more step and I bolted in the opposite direction. I had a feeling it was chasing me but I did not look back. All of a sudden it started raining. This rain was making it difficult to run as the dirt was getting more and more wet, turning to thick mud. Some water got in my eye and I slipped. I was sliding for a while before I noticed nothing was under me. I was so startled by the abnormally large spider I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.
There is a large gap between my camp and the rock quarry/forest is. I have to go around it normally. This time I didn’t, and I was paying the price. I dropped my torch and hung onto a thick branch that was sticking out. I was in total darkness, it was cold and wet. I thought this was it. I was dangling above a rampaging ocean. I felt my hands slipping.
It stopped raining, but the branch I was holding onto was showing signs of giving out. I got close to the cliff to pull myself up when I saw it. The monster from the darkness. It was here, and I was more vulnerable than ever. I see it staring at me, with those piercing eyes. It grinned, bearing its teeth. I still didn’t see the body, just those eyes, and the rows of sharp teeth.
It leaned over; I felt its saliva dripping on my hands. Almost instantly, my fight or flight instincts kicked in. My right hand flashes off the branch and reaches behind me. I grab my spear and flail it towards the monster. I hear a cutting sound and a whimper. It was followed by fast footsteps. I pulled myself up and lit my second torch. I couldn’t rest now; I had to get to my camp. Drenched in rain water, I slowly made my way to camp. I lit my warm fire, hung my clothes, and began writing in my journal. Boy, I hope tomorrow is better.
Day Three
Maybe I caught a break. I woke up this morning and I remembered
something about my past. At this moment, I cannot recall what exactly
made me trigger this memory but now, I am not complaining. This
memory feels real enough to be true. I need to start
preparing for the worst out there. I have to make a weapon. I thought
about this yesterday and the idea is sounding better and better. I
also need better materials so my tools don’t break so easily. I
cannot stick with the same old things. I need better ways to hunt and
fortify my camp.
Today, I make the means to hunt better, fortify my camp, and possibly get out of here. At this moment, I do not know exactly what that is, but I will figure it out by tonight.
I went to the west, I needed some more stone. The fire pit I made took more resources to make than I originally thought. I felt amped up today. Breaking down those boulders seemed to be much easier, even fun. I never thought I would use that word to describe a situation given the circumstances. I loaded up my pockets with those rocks and found among the rubble, some gold powder. I do not know what I can use it for yet, but I will find something.
In case I get bitten by that thing in the darkness or I get cut by something I need a way to heal up. I remembered seeing flowers around my camp and they could have some healing properties. I returned from “The Quarry” and spent some time picking flowers. It was surprisingly soothing.
I grabbed my axe slowly, clenching it tightly. I heard the footsteps getting closer. It was now or never. I had to make a move. I quickly turn, unleash a hellish battle-cry and rush forward with my eyes closed. I felt like I was falling with so much adrenaline. Turns out, I did fall. I tripped on a somewhat big rock. I look up from the ground and I see this wild turkey.
I could smell the cooked turkey legs when I stared at this fat flightless bird. I sprang up and yelled, “GO FOR THE EYES!” I do not know why I said that, but it felt right. I was sprinting at full speed, but somehow, this turkey was faster than me. I chased it for some time. Eventually, I lost it. Damn, when I think about it now, I could really go for a turkey leg. I had a rough idea where I was so I drew it up on my map and went back to camp.
When I got back to camp, I just sat where my campfire was going to be, just waiting for it to get dark so I could start-up the fire. I made a checklist of things I was going to need and things I needed to make sure I had a stock of. My mind soon wandered into the negativity. What if I didn’t have enough food? What if I run out of energy to chop down wood? What happens when I use up all of those boulders? What if no one comes? I can’t survive off the bare minimum of food and tools. I needed to think about how I was going to make a real base camp.
Night approached quickly, I made a fire pit with the extra stuff I mined from the boulders. I tried to rest immediately, but it was not working out. I was left alone with my thoughts again. Once I closed my eyes I heard noises. It seemed like someone or something was pacing around in a circle, like they were getting their bearings to lunge at me. There was some growling as well. I swear I saw some glowing eyes, like there was just enough light from the fire to reflect. Slowly reached for my axe thinking I needed to protect myself. I heard a twig snap and I quickly jumped from my seat and spun around.
When I looked back, nothing was there, and the silence of night was all I could hear. I hate this feeling of uneasiness. Is it all in my head? I have no idea, what I do know is that I hate it. I began to think, “I need a better weapon, and I need to build a wall so nothing can see me or get to me.” How am I supposed to do these things? I have all of tomorrow to think about it. Now that the night has quieted down, I can get some rest. I am falling asleep as I write maybe I will dream, maybe when I wake up I will be in a bed.
Today, I make the means to hunt better, fortify my camp, and possibly get out of here. At this moment, I do not know exactly what that is, but I will figure it out by tonight.
I went to the west, I needed some more stone. The fire pit I made took more resources to make than I originally thought. I felt amped up today. Breaking down those boulders seemed to be much easier, even fun. I never thought I would use that word to describe a situation given the circumstances. I loaded up my pockets with those rocks and found among the rubble, some gold powder. I do not know what I can use it for yet, but I will find something.
In case I get bitten by that thing in the darkness or I get cut by something I need a way to heal up. I remembered seeing flowers around my camp and they could have some healing properties. I returned from “The Quarry” and spent some time picking flowers. It was surprisingly soothing.
I grabbed my axe slowly, clenching it tightly. I heard the footsteps getting closer. It was now or never. I had to make a move. I quickly turn, unleash a hellish battle-cry and rush forward with my eyes closed. I felt like I was falling with so much adrenaline. Turns out, I did fall. I tripped on a somewhat big rock. I look up from the ground and I see this wild turkey.
I could smell the cooked turkey legs when I stared at this fat flightless bird. I sprang up and yelled, “GO FOR THE EYES!” I do not know why I said that, but it felt right. I was sprinting at full speed, but somehow, this turkey was faster than me. I chased it for some time. Eventually, I lost it. Damn, when I think about it now, I could really go for a turkey leg. I had a rough idea where I was so I drew it up on my map and went back to camp.
When I got back to camp, I just sat where my campfire was going to be, just waiting for it to get dark so I could start-up the fire. I made a checklist of things I was going to need and things I needed to make sure I had a stock of. My mind soon wandered into the negativity. What if I didn’t have enough food? What if I run out of energy to chop down wood? What happens when I use up all of those boulders? What if no one comes? I can’t survive off the bare minimum of food and tools. I needed to think about how I was going to make a real base camp.
Night approached quickly, I made a fire pit with the extra stuff I mined from the boulders. I tried to rest immediately, but it was not working out. I was left alone with my thoughts again. Once I closed my eyes I heard noises. It seemed like someone or something was pacing around in a circle, like they were getting their bearings to lunge at me. There was some growling as well. I swear I saw some glowing eyes, like there was just enough light from the fire to reflect. Slowly reached for my axe thinking I needed to protect myself. I heard a twig snap and I quickly jumped from my seat and spun around.
When I looked back, nothing was there, and the silence of night was all I could hear. I hate this feeling of uneasiness. Is it all in my head? I have no idea, what I do know is that I hate it. I began to think, “I need a better weapon, and I need to build a wall so nothing can see me or get to me.” How am I supposed to do these things? I have all of tomorrow to think about it. Now that the night has quieted down, I can get some rest. I am falling asleep as I write maybe I will dream, maybe when I wake up I will be in a bed.
Day Two
It seems like I made it through the night. The fire was out and the morning chill was there to wake me up. I thought about starting another fire but I figured it could wait. I am lost. I do not know what to do today. I could sit here, waiting for someone to find me. What if no one comes? What if I sit at my camp for the entire day and no one comes. Then I would be low on food and kindling. I would have gotten nowhere. I can’t lose faith. I have to stay vigilant that someone will notice I am gone. What if no one knows I am gone? Why can’t I remember anything about my life before this? What if I was cold and mean to those around me? Could people be singing their praises that I am finally out of their lives? I hope that is not the case.
I have enough food for maybe two more days. I have to change this. I can’t survive off berries and carrots. I have to find some meat. I have to get one of these birds or rabbits running around. I feel like a scatter brain. My thoughts keep jumping around my head and it makes it hard to concentrate. What is this place? Why is all of this happening so suddenly? There has to be something wrong with this place. I do recall dreaming last night. While I feel like I did not sleep much, I do remember some of my dream. I saw a face. It was long and slender. That is all. I saw the mouth moving but no words were coming out. Maybe it is nothing, for all I know the face was my own.
I cannot keep sitting here dwelling on what will happen. I can’t plan so far ahead like this. I need to live every day as it is in the present, not the future. I need to stay busy or else I will drive myself crazy. I remember seeing those rocks to the west. I am going to dedicate some pages to draw up a map. I feel like it will come in handy. Last night when I was lost is something I do not want to relive. The day is young, I better get started.
I decided to head west of camp. Those boulders were great about giving up flint and other stones I need to make my tools. I was low on flint anyway. I think I dropped some when I was running from that monster last night. I may have just been too liberal with how much I was using when trying to get that torch lit. I also needed to make a weapon, a spear maybe. I knew those boulders would give me something I needed.
With sweat on my brow and the muscle ache from hours of hitting rocks with my pickaxe I look up and see a strange forest. I took a break from boulder breaking to take a look. The trees stood tall but seemed a little on the weaker side. I chopped a couple down, I needed the wood anyway. I had a gut feeling I was going to need them.
After I got the second tree down I heard something. I can’t exactly recall what the sound was. It was unlike any animal I have heard. But every time I looked behind me the noise would come from somewhere else. I began to feel uneasy. Like something bad was going to happen. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. Maybe it was something I ate? I recall the events now I know it was my instinct telling me to get out of that area. I remember seeing something odd, it looked like a big egg and something was moving around it. I guess it was best to leave it alone…for now.
I wanted to get some more rocks, and the last boulder I broke had something shiny, a gold nugget. I got really excited, but in the back of my head I thought, “What am I going to use this for?” I didn’t want to toss it aside though. I kept it for good luck; you never know if it might come in handy. The sun was directly overhead and I wanted to start back towards camp. I saw some more berry bushes and I did not want to pass up the opportunity.
I heard some rustling by me as I was picking from the bush. I got really nervous. Was it that monster coming back for more? Was I too careless thinking it was afraid of daylight? I thought this was going to be my last moment. I grabbed my axe slowly, clenching it tightly. I heard the footsteps getting closer. It was now or never. I had to make a move. I quickly turn, unleash a hellish battle-cry and rush forward with my eyes closed. I felt like I was falling with so much adrenaline. Turns out, I did fall. I tripped on a somewhat big rock. I look up from the ground and I see this wild turkey.
I could smell the cooked turkey legs when I stared at this fat flightless bird. I sprang up and yelled, “GO FOR THE EYES!” I do not know why I said that, but it felt right. I was sprinting at full speed, but somehow, this turkey was faster than me. I chased it for some time. Eventually, I lost it. Damn, when I think about it now, I could really go for a turkey leg. I had a rough idea where I was so I drew it up on my map and went back to camp.
When I got back to camp, I just sat where my campfire was going to be, just waiting for it to get dark so I could start-up the fire. I made a checklist of things I was going to need and things I needed to make sure I had a stock of. My mind soon wandered into the negativity. What if I didn’t have enough food? What if I run out of energy to chop down wood? What happens when I use up all of those boulders? What if no one comes? I can’t survive off the bare minimum of food and tools. I needed to think about how I was going to make a real base camp. Night approached quickly, I made a fire pit with the extra stuff I mined from the boulders. I tried to rest immediately, but it was not working out. I was left alone with my thoughts again.
Once I closed my eyes I heard noises. It seemed like someone or something was pacing around in a circle, like they were getting their bearings to lunge at me. There was some growling as well. I swear I saw some glowing eyes, like there was just enough light from the fire to show. Slowly reached for my axe thinking I needed to protect myself. I heard a twig snap and I quickly jumped from my seat and spun around. When I looked back, nothing was there, and the silence of night was all I could hear. I hate this feeling of uneasiness. Is it all in my head? I have no idea, what I do know is that I hate it. I began to think, “I need a better weapon, and I need to build some kind of wall so nothing can see me or get to me.” How am I supposed to do these things? I have all of tomorrow to think about it. Now that the night has quieted down, I can get some rest. I am falling asleep as I write maybe I will dream, maybe when I wake up I will be in a bed.
I have enough food for maybe two more days. I have to change this. I can’t survive off berries and carrots. I have to find some meat. I have to get one of these birds or rabbits running around. I feel like a scatter brain. My thoughts keep jumping around my head and it makes it hard to concentrate. What is this place? Why is all of this happening so suddenly? There has to be something wrong with this place. I do recall dreaming last night. While I feel like I did not sleep much, I do remember some of my dream. I saw a face. It was long and slender. That is all. I saw the mouth moving but no words were coming out. Maybe it is nothing, for all I know the face was my own.
I cannot keep sitting here dwelling on what will happen. I can’t plan so far ahead like this. I need to live every day as it is in the present, not the future. I need to stay busy or else I will drive myself crazy. I remember seeing those rocks to the west. I am going to dedicate some pages to draw up a map. I feel like it will come in handy. Last night when I was lost is something I do not want to relive. The day is young, I better get started.
I decided to head west of camp. Those boulders were great about giving up flint and other stones I need to make my tools. I was low on flint anyway. I think I dropped some when I was running from that monster last night. I may have just been too liberal with how much I was using when trying to get that torch lit. I also needed to make a weapon, a spear maybe. I knew those boulders would give me something I needed.
With sweat on my brow and the muscle ache from hours of hitting rocks with my pickaxe I look up and see a strange forest. I took a break from boulder breaking to take a look. The trees stood tall but seemed a little on the weaker side. I chopped a couple down, I needed the wood anyway. I had a gut feeling I was going to need them.
After I got the second tree down I heard something. I can’t exactly recall what the sound was. It was unlike any animal I have heard. But every time I looked behind me the noise would come from somewhere else. I began to feel uneasy. Like something bad was going to happen. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. Maybe it was something I ate? I recall the events now I know it was my instinct telling me to get out of that area. I remember seeing something odd, it looked like a big egg and something was moving around it. I guess it was best to leave it alone…for now.
I wanted to get some more rocks, and the last boulder I broke had something shiny, a gold nugget. I got really excited, but in the back of my head I thought, “What am I going to use this for?” I didn’t want to toss it aside though. I kept it for good luck; you never know if it might come in handy. The sun was directly overhead and I wanted to start back towards camp. I saw some more berry bushes and I did not want to pass up the opportunity.
I heard some rustling by me as I was picking from the bush. I got really nervous. Was it that monster coming back for more? Was I too careless thinking it was afraid of daylight? I thought this was going to be my last moment. I grabbed my axe slowly, clenching it tightly. I heard the footsteps getting closer. It was now or never. I had to make a move. I quickly turn, unleash a hellish battle-cry and rush forward with my eyes closed. I felt like I was falling with so much adrenaline. Turns out, I did fall. I tripped on a somewhat big rock. I look up from the ground and I see this wild turkey.
I could smell the cooked turkey legs when I stared at this fat flightless bird. I sprang up and yelled, “GO FOR THE EYES!” I do not know why I said that, but it felt right. I was sprinting at full speed, but somehow, this turkey was faster than me. I chased it for some time. Eventually, I lost it. Damn, when I think about it now, I could really go for a turkey leg. I had a rough idea where I was so I drew it up on my map and went back to camp.
When I got back to camp, I just sat where my campfire was going to be, just waiting for it to get dark so I could start-up the fire. I made a checklist of things I was going to need and things I needed to make sure I had a stock of. My mind soon wandered into the negativity. What if I didn’t have enough food? What if I run out of energy to chop down wood? What happens when I use up all of those boulders? What if no one comes? I can’t survive off the bare minimum of food and tools. I needed to think about how I was going to make a real base camp. Night approached quickly, I made a fire pit with the extra stuff I mined from the boulders. I tried to rest immediately, but it was not working out. I was left alone with my thoughts again.
Once I closed my eyes I heard noises. It seemed like someone or something was pacing around in a circle, like they were getting their bearings to lunge at me. There was some growling as well. I swear I saw some glowing eyes, like there was just enough light from the fire to show. Slowly reached for my axe thinking I needed to protect myself. I heard a twig snap and I quickly jumped from my seat and spun around. When I looked back, nothing was there, and the silence of night was all I could hear. I hate this feeling of uneasiness. Is it all in my head? I have no idea, what I do know is that I hate it. I began to think, “I need a better weapon, and I need to build some kind of wall so nothing can see me or get to me.” How am I supposed to do these things? I have all of tomorrow to think about it. Now that the night has quieted down, I can get some rest. I am falling asleep as I write maybe I will dream, maybe when I wake up I will be in a bed.
Day One
My name is Wilson.
That is all I remember. I woke up on the floor of an unfamiliar wilderness. My head pounds as I write this. I feel like someone was just here. It may just be my imagination. All I seem to have are the clothes on my back, this notebook, and pencil. There is no sign of civilization. I don’t hear car horns, or a bustling city. I am alone with my thoughts. I must record them in this journal fearing I could lose my humanity. Maybe this can be therapeutic, but I fear this is a journey where I will not return home. This will be the chronicle of my adventure of survival. It is morning and shelter is my only thought.
I did not know where to start. I had nothing. I spun in a circle with my arm extended. Where I stopped is the direction I went. It felt like I was walking for days. Mainly because of the silly spinning I just did, but also because I felt so exhausted. I came across water, but I was on a cliff so jumping and swimming was out of the question.
Further going north I stumbled across some bones. Whether they were human or not I was unsure. I just thought to myself, “Better him than me”. Next to the pile was a shirt made of grass. It didn’t seem very sturdy, but hey, clothes are clothes, I was in no place to complain. After wading myself through the patches of trees I came across some flint, wood, and plenty of crab grass I could use for a fire tonight.
The midday sun is directly above me which means the day is halfway gone. All I have discovered was some fire making materials and a grass shirt. I couldn’t shake the image of the pile of bones I saw earlier. Could that be me eventually? Who was that person? I guess I will never know, but the morbidity idea behind it is staying with me. I was able to find a large forest that seemed to have bustling wildlife. Mainly different birds, if I had a way to hunt I could use them for food. I found some more flint; these pieces were larger than the ones I came across earlier. I even found some sturdier branches. I decided to make myself some tools to survive. I had to try; even if they broke I know I could find a way to make it better. I was able to make an Axe and a Pickaxe. Their uses would prove to come in handy. I was able to cut down some small trees for wood. I was glad the axe was working. Granted, it took me a few tried to make it not break on the first swing.
As I traveled, I was able to forage some berries and carrots. I thought about eating everything because I was hungry. Cutting down the trees was exhausting. The thought then came across my mind that I would be in this for the long haul and I should ration what I eat. I began to think this whole day as a dream. But then if this was a dream, why am I self-aware and why do I have the urge to eat? It seems silly as I write this but I decided to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming. I do not know if that is real or not, but I tried, and I am still here.
I stopped to take a break. My arms and leg felt like they were on fire. I could barely move when I sat on the soft grass. I look to the west and I see something odd. It was not a mountain, but it was a field of boulders. It seemed rather odd. I looked through my stuff and I noticed I was running low on materials to make my axes and pickaxes. I decided to use the pickaxes and pick off some rocks and flint. Part of me was hoping to find something more valuable, like gold. But what would I do with precious metals in this situation?
It was getting late. The sun was almost setting and I still had not found a place to rest. I gave up in the idea of finding a cave and I just needed some clearing to make my fire and wait out the night. Luckily I was able to find a big open field of grassland. I thought this was perfect. I set up the logs and twigs to have my fire started but there was still daylight so I didn’t light it. I felt compelled to go exploring some more. I was low on food from earlier so I went and searched for more berry bushes. I came across some seeds and what looked like edible flowers. I didn’t find much food after a while of searching.
It got black, I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. I was totally lost in this dark world. I quickly made myself a torch but not before something brushed up against me. It felt rather large. After a second it came back and bit me, pretty hard too. I cannot recall what the body of the animal felt like. All I know is that I wanted to get the hell out of dodge. I never felt such fear before. I was scared before, but all I had to worry about before was long-term. This was immediate danger. Something was out in the darkness to kill me. It wanted to eat me; it has to survive, just like me.
I do not know what scared it off. When it bit me I got the torch lit, I guess the light scared it off. I looked around for it, but the torch didn’t offer much light. I was able to get my bearings and I made it to my campsite. I used to torch to start the fire and I recorded my day in this journal.
There is something off about this kind of darkness. Like something or someone is watching me just far off to see me, but I cannot see them. I feel as though if I leave this fire, that thing will come back and finish the job. I do not know what is in store for me tomorrow. I do not even know if I will last the night. As I put the last log of the night on the fire. I hope that it lasts while I sleep, because now, the fire is the only thing I trust. Maybe this nightmare will end. Dear god I hope so.
That is all I remember. I woke up on the floor of an unfamiliar wilderness. My head pounds as I write this. I feel like someone was just here. It may just be my imagination. All I seem to have are the clothes on my back, this notebook, and pencil. There is no sign of civilization. I don’t hear car horns, or a bustling city. I am alone with my thoughts. I must record them in this journal fearing I could lose my humanity. Maybe this can be therapeutic, but I fear this is a journey where I will not return home. This will be the chronicle of my adventure of survival. It is morning and shelter is my only thought.
I did not know where to start. I had nothing. I spun in a circle with my arm extended. Where I stopped is the direction I went. It felt like I was walking for days. Mainly because of the silly spinning I just did, but also because I felt so exhausted. I came across water, but I was on a cliff so jumping and swimming was out of the question.
Further going north I stumbled across some bones. Whether they were human or not I was unsure. I just thought to myself, “Better him than me”. Next to the pile was a shirt made of grass. It didn’t seem very sturdy, but hey, clothes are clothes, I was in no place to complain. After wading myself through the patches of trees I came across some flint, wood, and plenty of crab grass I could use for a fire tonight.
The midday sun is directly above me which means the day is halfway gone. All I have discovered was some fire making materials and a grass shirt. I couldn’t shake the image of the pile of bones I saw earlier. Could that be me eventually? Who was that person? I guess I will never know, but the morbidity idea behind it is staying with me. I was able to find a large forest that seemed to have bustling wildlife. Mainly different birds, if I had a way to hunt I could use them for food. I found some more flint; these pieces were larger than the ones I came across earlier. I even found some sturdier branches. I decided to make myself some tools to survive. I had to try; even if they broke I know I could find a way to make it better. I was able to make an Axe and a Pickaxe. Their uses would prove to come in handy. I was able to cut down some small trees for wood. I was glad the axe was working. Granted, it took me a few tried to make it not break on the first swing.
As I traveled, I was able to forage some berries and carrots. I thought about eating everything because I was hungry. Cutting down the trees was exhausting. The thought then came across my mind that I would be in this for the long haul and I should ration what I eat. I began to think this whole day as a dream. But then if this was a dream, why am I self-aware and why do I have the urge to eat? It seems silly as I write this but I decided to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming. I do not know if that is real or not, but I tried, and I am still here.
I stopped to take a break. My arms and leg felt like they were on fire. I could barely move when I sat on the soft grass. I look to the west and I see something odd. It was not a mountain, but it was a field of boulders. It seemed rather odd. I looked through my stuff and I noticed I was running low on materials to make my axes and pickaxes. I decided to use the pickaxes and pick off some rocks and flint. Part of me was hoping to find something more valuable, like gold. But what would I do with precious metals in this situation?
It was getting late. The sun was almost setting and I still had not found a place to rest. I gave up in the idea of finding a cave and I just needed some clearing to make my fire and wait out the night. Luckily I was able to find a big open field of grassland. I thought this was perfect. I set up the logs and twigs to have my fire started but there was still daylight so I didn’t light it. I felt compelled to go exploring some more. I was low on food from earlier so I went and searched for more berry bushes. I came across some seeds and what looked like edible flowers. I didn’t find much food after a while of searching.
It got black, I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. I was totally lost in this dark world. I quickly made myself a torch but not before something brushed up against me. It felt rather large. After a second it came back and bit me, pretty hard too. I cannot recall what the body of the animal felt like. All I know is that I wanted to get the hell out of dodge. I never felt such fear before. I was scared before, but all I had to worry about before was long-term. This was immediate danger. Something was out in the darkness to kill me. It wanted to eat me; it has to survive, just like me.
I do not know what scared it off. When it bit me I got the torch lit, I guess the light scared it off. I looked around for it, but the torch didn’t offer much light. I was able to get my bearings and I made it to my campsite. I used to torch to start the fire and I recorded my day in this journal.
There is something off about this kind of darkness. Like something or someone is watching me just far off to see me, but I cannot see them. I feel as though if I leave this fire, that thing will come back and finish the job. I do not know what is in store for me tomorrow. I do not even know if I will last the night. As I put the last log of the night on the fire. I hope that it lasts while I sleep, because now, the fire is the only thing I trust. Maybe this nightmare will end. Dear god I hope so.
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