For 300 long days, I have faced endless challenges in the wild forest. The forest is home to mysterious creatures—monsters that lurk in the shadows and attack without warning. Every night, I hear their eerie howls echoing through the trees. But despite the fear, I have survived.
My first priority was to build a safe and warm shelter. Using strong branches and thick leaves, I crafted a sturdy hut, layering it with mud to keep out the cold wind. I wove soft grasses to make a bed, and every evening, I light a small fire to chase away the darkness. In this cozy little home, I find a small sense of peace even as the monsters prowl outside.
Surviving in this harsh world means setting traps for wild animals. I learned to fashion snares from vines and sharpened sticks, placing them carefully along animal trails. Some days, I catch fish in hand-made baskets near the river. Other times, I set up simple deadfall traps for rabbits or birds. Each small catch brings relief and strength to face another day.
Yet, the monsters remain the greatest threat. They appear in the dead of night, their glowing eyes piercing the darkness. I have learned to outsmart them by hiding in the deepest shadows of my shelter, staying silent until dawn.
Despite the constant danger, I find moments of beauty and hope. The sun’s golden rays still warm my face in the morning, and the gentle song of birds offers a brief escape from fear. Each day survived is a victory. I have become stronger and wiser, determined to make it through another night—until the monsters finally give up or until I find a way back to safety.
