The third day of entering the eternal world.

Wilson had fumbled his way around to make axes and pickaxes, which he carried on his back and collected grass and branches. After being attacked by an unknown demon in the darkness on the first night, Wilson knew that he had to do something if he wanted to survive, and despite his misgivings, his experiment should have been successful, but he was brought here by a dark shadow that appeared out of thin air. Where is this? What happened? No one could answer him, not even Willow.

The day after his arrival, Wilson met Willow, who was wandering aimlessly around with her doll bear in her arms and a delicate lighter in her hand. They met next to a berry bush, which Wilson had just picked. "Give it to me, I'm hungry!" So Wilson handed the freshly picked berries to the strange, screaming girl. There are other people here!

But Willow quickly dispelled Wilson's excitement, "How do I know where this is!" I've been brought here by a monster that is pitch black, like a shadow, and can walk through walls and floors," Willow yelled, "and it caught me, and Bernie!" And then I was here. ”

Wilson was disappointed, desperate to know what had happened. Luckily, at least he had a companion now, though it seemed difficult to get along with. They relied on Willow's lighter for the second night, and the long night was dark and noisy with the sound of a faint howl in the distance.

So when the sun rose, Wilson picked up the branches on the ground and smoothed the flint to make improvised axes and pickaxes—he wanted to knock some stones to make a stone fire pit, and he needed wood for fuel.

"Let's go and figure out how to collect some rocks and wood."

"Nope! Go yourself! Willow hugged her cub tightly, "Don't go too far, I'll be waiting for you right here." She hid under a tree and said, "Bring back some more food!" ”

Wilson had to go on his own. He pocketed flints from the roadside and picked berries and carrots, which were plentiful. From time to time, crows and red birds landed on the ground, and their excrement contained plant seeds, which might be planted in the soil so that crops could grow, but Wilson had no plans to scavenge for bird droppings for the time being. He walked and stopped, packed a bag of grass and flint, and spent another half day cutting down a large tree, and he took an axe to split the rugged trunk into small pieces, and carried them back to Willow. Wilson was tired from all this work, and this is not the job of a scientist.

Back under the tree, Willow curled up her legs, Bernie held tightly in her arms, lighter on the ground, and even though it was dusk, Willow still lit it.

"Turn off the lighter, it's not yet night."

"Where's the food?" Willow obediently turned off the lighter and held out her hand to Wilson, "I'm hungry!" ”

Wilson handed her carrots and berries from his pocket, "I don't know how I'm going to survive if you don't meet me." Then he sorted the grass, wood, and flint on the ground, "If it goes well, maybe tomorrow we will be able to use the stone fire pit, which I used to make with my friends when I went out camping." It can keep us warm, it can bake food before eating, and—" Wilson palpitated, "we won't be attacked by monsters in the dark, it doesn't seem to be in the light." ”

As Willow finished her food, she carried Bernie, who never seemed to put down her doll bear, to hold the pieces of wood Wilson had laid out together.

"What are you doing here?"

"Safe," Willow leaned against the pile of wood and placed the lighter on the ground, emitting a faint glow.

Wilson spread his hands, "But it can only block your back." ”

Darkness soon fell again, and it was a warm and dangerous night, and I didn't know what tomorrow would look like.