The human groans from a headache to an alarm, and goes to turn it off, but before he turns off his alarm on his phone and goes back to sleep, he met with a forest in front of him.

Confused, he wondered why he was in the forest before remembering, thinking out loud, "Oh, right. I wanted to be here." turns his alarm off, and goes back to sleeping against the tree.

An hour later, he wakes again to the dawn of the forest, sunlight piercing through the trees, and into his eye's.

He groans to the intrusive light when the sun began to come up. He was still tired, but gets up anyways. As the saying goes, 'the early bird gets the worm.' and he needed to find the nearest source of water.

He went into the forest without thinking much, but didn't go totally unprepared, as he had a backpack full of stuff. He wanted to survive in it, and maby even thrive in it.

After collecting his stuff, and getting on his bike, he rode off, opposite to the way he was facing while sleeping. Now fully awake, he sets his gears, and pedals at a moderate pace.

One good long ride later, he finds a river that he could get water from, but looks for a place near the river to set camp first.

"Too many trees..."

"Not enough flow..."

"Hmm...no..."

After about 30 minutes of looking, he gives up and decides to set up right then and there.

Parking his bike against a tree, and his backpack on the ground, he thinks of how to filter the river water. He remembers videos of how to make a filter, but those had plastic bottles, which he currently doesn't have. "but i can make one..."

He got to work, collecting sticks, tree sap, mid size stones, and a lighter. After placing a pile of sap beside him, he made a small teepee full of sticks surrounded by stones, he lights a handfull of dry leaves on the bottom of it. It took a minute, but after a while it was looking promising.

He knew it wasn't going to last so he walked to his backpack and shuffled through his stuff until he found what he was looking for, "a shovaxe..."

It didn't take long to find a dead tree, and started chopping. The tree wasn't too thick, as he could grab it by the bark, but it was long. This was perfect for two of the things he needed, and gathered as many as his arm's could carry.

When he got back to the fireplace it was almost out. 'Must've taken longer than I thought.' he thought, and dumps the wood next to the fire, and gets more sticks.

Getting the fire going again, he puts some wood on top, with more to spare. 'prolly should've split it...' but it was already burning.

He grabs one of the wood logs and used his shovaxe to split it in quarters. Then he splits the wood corners close to the bark as possible. After that, he went to his bag to get some fishing line, and went to tie all the wood pieces together.

With the fire almost out he gets his mug. It was a stainless steel mug that could hold a lot of liquid, but unfortunately he had to use it to melt the sap. While the sap was melting, he collected 2 pieces of charcoal from the dying fire, and rubbed them together, making char-dust over the mug.

Then, one of the stones around the fire exploded. It wasn't big, but luckily it didn't hit him. "Better hurry..." he said, speeding up his grinding. After about a minute, he mixes the coal and sap thoroughly, making sure it was still liquid. 'Pitch'

He then gets his makeshift wood bottle, AKA, a square filter, and pours the pitch in the bottle as evenly as possible. Once it had cooled, he grabbed all thats required to make a water filter.

"Thought my mug would be ruined, but thank stainless steel, heh."

Finishing his filter, he puts it over the mug and starts filtering.

^ 3 Hours Later ^

After getting filled with water, he made a shelter, and a bed. It wasn't too bad, as he had his jacket, and 4 days worth of clothes, one of which being sweat pants. He got those on and goes to make a fishing rod.

It wasn't to hard making it, he even made a wood hook with his bouie knife. Getting worms as bait was easy as well, 'just dig around and they'll come out...' baits his hook, and starts fishing.

After some time, with the sun getting close to the horizon he finally got a bite, but the fish was too strong, and the connection broke. Inspecting the rod he finds the hook broke before he could catch the fish.

With a sigh, he goes back to his shelter and digs around his bag for an MRE. "Damn, only 2 more... at least i know the rod works."

With the sun setting, he gets to work on the fire again. Gather sticks, light dry leaves and charcoal, and get it started. Remembering to split the wood pile, he gets some, and puts it into the fire. After the fire, the sun had set, and the moon following it was getting brighter.

Now being night, he gets a stick, chews it, uses it to brush his teeth along with some water, and throws it away. Getting comfy in his bed and shelter he began to think what led him here, and immediately throwing the thought out. He made sure not to make the fire big, only to ward off predators. 'Yeesh, got lucky no animals killed me against that tree.' and set his alarm on at a later time in the morning.

Some time later, he heard a howl from afar, and a bit later, another that was closer. He wasn't afraid of predators getting near his camp, he knew the risks coming here. "If they get close, I have my knife, shovaxe, and the fire itself." some time later he was asleep.

The breeze kept the trees shaking, and the fire cracked from time to time, showing no rest within the forest, but the human slept all the same.

As the sun rose from the horizon, the human got up with another headache, alarm blaring. Turning the alarm off, once again, he got up and began fishing with a new bait and hook. He was successful this time, with 1, then 2, then 5 fish. They were weaker than the one fish, but he now has food.

He got the fire pit roaring in no time, and began to gut fish, remembering from the internet. It took some time, but he now has breakfast, and took his first bite. He thought it 'could be better...' after all, it wasn't seasoned, but he enjoyed the experience.

"This is it. What I wanted, and what I left behind... they couldn't 'ave let me be, when I wanted to be alone. Now I'll just... fade."

Author's Note

Its a start. Also, art is a little hard. I'll be making more.