For 100 days, I’ve been surviving deep in the wilderness, where monsters roam and danger lurks behind every shadow. My days are filled with challenges—each one a test of skill, courage, and determination.
The monster attacks are relentless. Every night, I hear their howls and feel the ground shake as they approach. At first, I was terrified, but fear soon turned into focus. I crafted sturdy shelters from fallen logs, weaving branches and leaves into thick walls that kept me safe. Each day, I improved my home, learning from each new threat the monsters brought.
During the daylight, I worked tirelessly, setting traps to catch wild animals for food. My first few attempts failed, but I learned quickly. I built snares from vines and carved stakes from sharp sticks. Slowly, my traps became more effective. I caught rabbits and birds, their meat a precious source of energy and hope.
The forest became my ally. I learned to read the signs of animal trails and where monsters would likely roam. Each step through the forest was a careful dance, my eyes always scanning for fresh tracks or the glint of a monster’s eye in the darkness.
There were moments when I wanted to give up—when the loneliness felt too heavy and the nights seemed too long. But each sunrise brought new determination. I kept building, kept improving, and kept setting traps to protect myself and find food.
As the 100th day approaches, I stand a little taller and stronger. My shelters stand firm, and my traps keep me fed. The monsters still roam, but I’m no longer just surviving—I’m fighting back. My spirit is as unbreakable as the forest that surrounds me, and I know I’ll face whatever comes next with the strength of a survivor.
