Hannah woke up to the sound of rain pattering against her tent. The roof was no longer exposed to the moons above but covered with a rain cover that was not there yesterday It seems that she had that visitor again. As comforting as having someone provide for her, the fact that it was happening while she was asleep made her skin crawl. Her face cracked as she swallowed the sour feeling down, pushing out the shivers of feeling violated. This is when she looked down and noticed that she was covered in a rain gear. Which means that she was physically handled while she was asleep. She had just slept while someone had handled her. She checked her body all over to notice that she was definitely now dressed in military looking waterproof gear that she had not been wearing when she went to sleep. Or had she? Maybe she was losing her mind. Where was she? What was going on? Reality was a really hard straw to grasp. She curled up into a ball and hugged her knees as she got herself together. This was her new reality, whatever she was currently facing. She wasn't hurt and she was breathing. Maybe whoever helped her was scared of her. How was she sleeping so soundly? She took a few deep breaths as she calmed herself down only to smell the crab that she caught yesterday. It smelled delicious. She carefully crept over to the tent zipper and dropped it down a few inches to peer outside of her tent. She fell back on my ass after she saw what was outside, which was the fire that she had tried to start yesterday, running full blaze under the crab that she had caught, only the fire was now enclosed and roaring. As much as she appreciate the help, not knowing how and where all this was happening was really disturbing her.

She reached down and touched her child. They had been through so much in the last few days. Abandoned by her shit show of a husband. Separated from her family. And now she was crawling through a forest in search of civilization on a continent that couldn't exist on her own planet. If vegetation like this could still grow on earth there wouldn't be so many people starving and suffocating from unclean air. Industrialization provided us with our basic needs, but since machines were cheaper than human labor, the machines built to give us life, killed our air and our soil.

Nights on Earth were full of car horns and radios and neighbors fighting with their kids or spouses. The past few nights in these woods were just the sounds of the dragonflies buzzing and the crickets strumming. Yes, strumming. It was like a quiet electronic chorus at night. She had hunted one of the little shits down during her trek through the forest just to make sure that was where the noise came from. And it played for her. It seems each creature strums different tunes. 'It's quite lovely. I should try to eat one after I get a fire later.' she thought as she added them to the bag of dragonflies.

Putting on her big girl panties, she opened up her tent to the beautiful sight of the giant roasted crab. Rolling a dead log over toward the fire she finally sat down and ate her first full meal since she had arrived at this place with tears in her eyes covered by the rain pattered over her waterproof hood. Looking around she had to admit that she was finally giving up hope on finding anyone but this mysterious person who's fixing her up in her sleep. Finishing half the crab, she looked at the other half wondering if it would spoil by lunch, and decided to leave it on the fire and see if she could finish it later. Then she started worrying about security of the camp. What if another giant crab or whatever might be living in these woods comes looking for food? Something could claw through her tent so easily. She held her bump and decided to lay back down in her tent while she tried to figure out what to do next. While she felt comforted by the anonymous help, she didn't feel safe. Not from the animals, or whatever being was helping me while she was unconscious. 'Maybe I shouldn't sleep for a while', she thought...'well... after this nap.' and she drifted off to sleep.

She woke up a few hours later and the rain had stopped. She climbed out of her tent, shaking out her limbs and straightened her spine hearing the pleasant crackle of a good stretch. She decided today that she would just establish a camp here. She had been walking for days and hadn't seen even a hint of intelligent life. This was obviously not her home planet and she needed to rest. Her blisters had blisters and she knew traveling was wasting more calories than she was taking in. It had only been 3 days and weight was definitely coming off. Hannah had never been a skinny girl but she had never been fat either. Growing a child she knew that she couldn't continue like this. She would have to find a way to survive out here and wait to be rescued. Her belly seemed to be blossoming in the past few days and she felt the need to shore up her defenses so she could protect herself and the child. The tent was a welcome respite to the outdoors but there was no safety or security.

Hannah rested on her damp log and decided to go ahead and eat what she could and use the rest as bait for small animals. She had seen some vines that looked promising for small game traps. As she was tearing through a crab leg, she noticed a glimmer next to the fire. Reaching down her face lit up and she smiled and yelled "THANK YOU" into the air as she kissed the flint that was laying there. She stuffed the flint into her bra, knowing that if she lost that thing she would hate life. Looking at her campsite, she seemed content with the location, but not with the fortification. She knew how to make a log cabin but she didn't have an axe. The only thing she had was the spear she used to gut the crab. And being pregnant she didn't want to carry anything too heavy. Although she knew how to balance a ladder on her arm, a tree was much more intense and she was afraid of losing her child. It had only been three days since her transition and she had bled before she shifted worlds. Her head had been bleeding too but she didn't even have a cut anymore. Some realities just have to be accepted. Her child was okay. But she still didn't want to take any chances.

Hannah decided to build a house with the downed trees that were small enough for her to carry. It took hours just to find and carry them into the clearing, and many hours longer to get them arranged into four walls for a shelter. She spent her day humming or singing old songs to herself and her child in order to hopefully scare away any native predators. It seemed to be working, or there just weren't any near where she was, but when she had left her camp, some of her crabmeat had been obviously dragged off and eaten, according to the drag marks and the fur and bite marks on the abandoned missing meat.. Either way she had gathered what she could.

The walls she constructed were logs she deemed safe enough for her to carry and thick sticks she laced together with vines to make the walls tall enough to hold the tent. While she was out collecting she had spotted a few fruit or vegetable plants that she moved back to her camp. She couldn't really identify them by look so she would have to figure out how to test them for poison. Either way she dropped those plants into holes she dug out of the field by the weird tree with one of the sticks she had been foraging. 'Maybe they could be friends' she though and giggled aloud. It was then she sighed because she realized it was the first voice she heard all day, her own. Being alone was maddening. She grabbed one of each of natures produce she found that day to look at back in her tent later.

She collapsed her tent and moved it inside the walls she had built. She moved the rain tarp to be tied to the top of the walls she built and started a fire at the entrance. After finally getting walls and a fire she ate a little crabmeat and decided the rest would be tomorrows chum for hunting. Today had been exhausting but she wanted to stay positive. She had food, water and shelter. Most people on Earth didn't even have that. Tomorrow she would hunt, she thought as she tongued the bits of old crab out of her teeth. She sat up and grabbed the last berry out of the last jar to get the flavor out of her mouth. There's got to be more vegetation.

There were a bunch four possible vegetable plants in her 'garden' now. And a bunch of possible weeds. She just threw everything fruit bearing she found in there. One of the bushes she grabbed would more than likely die, but the vines she got would probably live. It had been an exhausting day. It probably would have been easier if she had just stayed in bed. But she had to survive this mess. Nobody was saving her. If her benefactor really wanted to help, he would send her back home. But would that really be help? Her world is dying. She was surviving but she was lucky. Eventually the poor from the cities would come to the villages and desperation breeds violence. Her parents and her son were still in that world though. And she was all alone in this paradise. Now to survive she just had to catch one of these orange scurrying creatures to see if it will eat these fruits. The idea of force feeding a cute orange bunny a poisonous vegetable horrified her. She fell asleep thinking about those poor bunnies. It just can't be helped.