Hannah was startled awake again by the lime green light filtering in through her new world tent, her tent-home. Her body was so sore. Four days of hard labor would do that to you. Hannah just wanted to rest today but she knew she couldn't sleep the day away. Just another hour or so. Hannah woke up again a couple hours later and stretched, unzipping herself from the sleeping bag, falling off of her new elevated cot that had been moved under her while she slept. Her clothes seemed warmer as well. Her skin shivered as she thought of someone stripping her in her sleep but she knew she needed to accept that this was her new reality. She had no one to protect her while she slept and she was being taken care of. Unless they had ulterior motives for her, it would be okay. And then she unzipped her tent and found herself inside a log cabin.

It was the same size as the structure she had built last night, except the door was moved next to the fireplace. Hannah had a nervous bubble of laugh come up her throat. This wasn't possible. All of this wasn't possible. Transmigrating worlds, a log cabin being built around her, any of it wasn't possible. And yet, it happened. She opened the front door and verified what she had thought. This was where she had slept last night. The turquoise tree stood in the clearing overlooking the blooming plants she shoved in the mud yesterday. Ignoring everything, Hannah moved toward the possible food sources she planted yesterday.

The vibrant purple possible tomato had grown a few inches. One of the tomatoes that had fallen off the vine's seeds must have spilled out and they had already began that sprouting in the dirt around the other plants. Hannah moved these buds to their own holes with her stick turned wood shovel. "Thank you" she said to the air quietly as she moved the buds to their new homes. The berry bush that she knew was safe had blossomed a whole new crop of fruit. She ran back to her new log home to retrieve the jars to find them full of sauces and dehydrated fruits. Looking at where she had left her possible edibles in the corner she realized they had been processed while she slept as well. This meant these were edible in some way or another, she just had to experiment. Only one of the plants was left behind, and it looked like a green bean. Unfortunately it was probably inedible. She found this plant in her garden to not have grown much either. She pulled the plant up and threw it from her garden. She spent the next few hours creating fencing around her plants. Having a steady source of food was important. Ignoring that she was in a survival situation was ridiculous at this point. With no one around for miles she wasn't getting rescued anytime soon. She had no idea where she was, where to go or why her stahl's ears seem to be coming back. She was born with them but had them corrected. The points have been steadily lengthening. She guessed it's just one more weird thing about this place.

After securing her new crops, she began looking through the jars, and grabbed the small one with green goo inside and dipped her finger in. Tentatively placing a dab on her tongue, with her eyes closed she closed her mouth and a smile spread across her face. Peanut butter. Well, it was green slimy peanut butter but it was peanut butter all the same. This must come from those little green mini avocado looking things. She ate a few spoonfulls and put it away. Her sticks were now spoons and forks. She had planned on whittling away her day using her spear but now she was just making a bucket for carrying water. She planned to find a log and burn out the inside of it, attaching a vine as a handle. This would help with cooking, cleaning, and just about everything. It's the simple things that make all the difference. Hopefully while she was at the river she could catch a fish or a crab, anything. Thinking about food, her stomach grumbled. While she did have about six jars of goods back at her tent, she knew eating too much of it would run right through her. She needed grains and proteins. She filled her backpack on her trek to the river with anything that looked edible. One plant even looked like a blood red wheat. She had her fingers crossed on that one.

Arriving at the river she took her new bucket and washed out the ash from burning out the hollowed hole. Then she filled it up, placing it next to her. Hannah spent the next hour trying to spear a fish, but only managing to get the insides of her boots wet, forcing her back to her camp. Not wasting any time or pity she laced her trail back to the camp with small game snares using the vines she collected when building her old walls. Arriving at her camp she reminded herself, it's not tent-camp anymore. She has a damn cabin now. It was pretty rustic, just a bunch of logs piled together shored up with some moss, but it kept the wind out, and there was even a built in fire place. What she had created last night was just three flimsy walls and a fire, and she woke up to a home.

She held her grumbling tummy as the sun began to set. All she had to eat all day was a couple spooonfulls of 'greenut butter'. Pulling out the jars, she went ahead and finished the greenut butter. She was pregnant and hungry and rationing wasn't happening. She was growing the stuff in her garden anyways. Eyeing the other jars, she pursed her lips and drank some water. Standing up, she rolled up and packed up the tent, emptying her belongings on the cabin floor. She had a spear, a bucket, five jars of produce... four and a half jars of produce. She ate half of the berries with the greenut butter because she knew how they tasted but only half because she was rationing. Maybe she would never see a crab again. Maybe having extra food would get her eaten by whatever was howling at night. Luckily she had these walls now. Pushing all of her things out of her cabin, Hannah spent the remainder of the day hauling rocks from the river to her shelter floor. After placing her jars and utensils on some sticks she assembled into a rack, and laying her sleeping bag onto her cot, she threw a couple of logs onto the fire, drank a mouthful of water from her bucket, and passed the fuck out.