The thirty-first day into the eternal world.

"Help me, there's something chasing me!" Wilson jumped to his feet in a hurry.

"You're hurting me," the man Wilson hit sat on the ground, rubbing her head and looking behind Wilson, "what's chasing you?" Do you mean Chester? ”

"Chester, who's Chester?"

The girl stood up, she was beautiful. She walked over to the little monster and stroked its fluffy head, unconcerned about the strange appearance of this thing, "It's Chester, it's just a box, I put it on the other end, why did you bring it here." ”

"Chests? Is this your pet? What's your name? Wilson looked at the girl, who looked younger than Wilson in a beret and warm clothes.

"Wendy, my name is Wendy. What about you? ”

"I'm Wilson." What a nice name, "Are you also from the outside world?" You're the only one here? ”

"It's not me, it's my sister," Wendy put her hands to her lips and horned, "Abigail - it's time for us to go home!" ”

Wilson looked left and right, but a ghost floated in the distance, a white, ethereal ghost, that flew to Wendy's side.

"Is this your sister?" Wilson unconsciously took two steps back.

"yes, she's Abigail." Wendy turned her head and reached out to touch the white ghost, her fingers passing through the void so that no one could touch the ghost. "My sister whose life is gone."

"I'm so sorry." Wilson felt Wendy's grief.

"You don't have to apologize, her death has nothing to do with you. I thought I'd never see her again, but when I was dragged into this world by nightmares, Abigail came back to life, albeit in this way. Wendy asked Wilson for the strange bone, the eyebone, and she shoved the contents into Chester, "How did you get here, I mean the evergreen forest." ”

Wilson spread his hands in frustration, "That's a long story. ”

"It's okay, let's go home together, Wormwood must have something ready to eat waiting for me." Wendy tucked her collar, "You can tell me about it on the road." ”

"Wormwood? I think I've heard this name somewhere. Wilson catches up with Wendy.

"He's a strange man, and you've never seen anyone like it." Wendy pulled the roasted birch fruit out of her pocket, and she broke it in half for Wilson. The last time Wilson shared roasted birch fruit with someone else, he was with Willow, and I don't know what happened to Willow.

So on the way, Wilson recounted his days on the run, and briefly described the base he had built with his friends. Wendy is cute and laughs a lot when she hears Wilson being attacked by a hound, being chased by a fish-man. Wendy was also a very intimate listener, and when Wilson told the story, she didn't say a word, but responded to Wilson's words with expressions or gestures, neither interrupting Wilson's speech nor embarrassing the scene, even though it was a short journey, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Wendy's home is in the desert, and when it comes to the desert, Wilson remembers who Wormwood is - he was a childhood friend of Spider who later moved to the desert.

"How desolate is the desert, how can you live here?" Wilson sighed as he looked at the loess all over the ground.

"But there are always oases in the desert." Wendy stood next to Wilson, half a head shorter than him, "Let's go, maybe Winona is home too." ”

Winona? It seems that this world is not limited to Wilson and his group, there is another group of people building a base here.

In an oasis in the middle of the desert, Wilson meets Winona, mentioned by Spider's former best friends Wormwood and Wendy.

"Hey! Wendy, you're back! The woman known as Winona greeted Wendy warmly, like a female worker, with a headscarf around her head and arm guards on her arms, "Who is this?" Oh, come on, we've got new friends! ”

"What a new friend, Worm hates new friends." A strange-looking man with a head like a big seed came out, and he must be Wurmwood. Wormwood is covered in vines and green leaves, and is a "vegetative person": "He looks like you, and he looks like he's coming from outside." ”

Wendy smiled, "Don't you like us?" ”

"No, no, Worm hates friends." Wormwood muttered, bringing out his meal in the fridge.

"That's how he is!" Winona smiled heartily at Wilson. Wilson was more curious about Wurmwood's refrigerator.