After an hour of walking and keeping a low profile, we arrive at another clearing. At its center is a log cabin; we approach and open its door. Inside is a wood stove kitchen, a table, and a bed. We are both exhausted, but a frightening thought enters my mind; what if this was the black night’s home. At that moment, we both receive a notification on our wrists: “you have entered a sanctuary; mobs won’t be able to enter this area.” Ashley locks the door, and I slump myself on the bed. Ashley comes in as well. She’s trembling, so I sit and take her in my arms. I can feel her heart beating hard. We stay like this for a few minutes; who knew that situation would ever happen. I fall asleep in that position. Ashley wakes me up moments later by moving. It’s almost dark, and it’s getting cold; I light a few candles, close the curtains and start a fire; the fight's tension has eased.

Ashley: “Are we really safe?”

Me: “I think so.”

Fortunately, we didn’t lose our backpacks, so we proceed to cook our dinner.

We eat silently. Ashley looks away. After finishing, we agree to share the bed for the night. We undress, and I blow out the candles. We install ourselves under the blanket and face each other. After a brief moment, Ashley moves closer to me; she smells good, and our legs are touching. My guts move my body for me; I place my hand up her hips and slightly lean my face forward. We start kissing.

Slowly at first, then more intensively. I move on top of her and start touching and kissing her in multiple places. She caresses my shaft. After a bit of foreplay, I introduce myself. We begin making love. I thrust inside of her, slowly at first but then faster and faster. She starts moaning. I do not stop my effort, and I get my culminating point. She grabs my hair and has a few spasms. After a good pause, I retreat. I lie on her side and fall asleep.

When I wake up, Ashley is huddled against me. I enjoy the moment for a few minutes as if I would never have this chance again. I do not want to get up and go back to sleep. I wake up again later; Ashley is sitting on the bed. I remain silent.

“How are we going to go home?” she asks. I say to her, “You mean the station or our real home?” She replies, “both.” I explain that she could lower her pain limiter and cut herself like that girl accidentally did. She does not get hyped by the three days in isolation part.

Ashley and I talk a little before eating our breakfast. While we eat, I tell her that I will look for the hill Jack saw yesterday and that she can stay here if she wants. She insists on coming, so we pack our things. Before leaving, I inspect the house exterior. Luckily I find another wood-cutting ax to replace the one I lost. This one is heavier, but I can still handle it. We enter the forest. Fortunately, I have a good sense of direction and remember the path we took to come here; we head to where the hill should be. We walk carefully for roughly an hour. I climb up a three as Jack did, I am not as good as him, but I manage to get high enough. I see the hill he was talking about, slightly on our right. It looks more like a massive rock to me; its top is a strange structure looking like a birdcage. I climb down, and we resume our hike. After another hour, we finally arrive at the peculiar form. It has a ramp carved on its side, circling all around.