With enough light in the sky to comfortably find a nice hiding place to wait out the night, I start my search. Knowing nothing about what to look for, the only thing I have to judge it by is my limited experience.

Clearings are a no go, they leave your profile too exposed, and even though the goblins may not have found me in the dark, it's better to be safe than sorry. That means my best bet is going to be under a tree and sorrounded by as much overgrowth as I can find.

The cold was a problem the last time I spent out here. I have no idea how to go about making a shelter that would keep it out, and given that by the time I would, the sun would have already set long ago, I'm going to have to rough it. Piling leaves over me will be better than nothing.

Knowing now what to look for, I try to find spots that have what I need while also being close to where I stopped walking. Keeping track of where I'm walking is very important. If I wake up and start walking in the wrong way I could completly waste all the effort put into getting here.

Using the remaining light I try to gather as much leaves near the tree as possible. Keeping the noise down while raking in leaves I quickly realize is a very hard endeavor. After I spent what felt like way to long doing that, I'm still left with quite a bit of light.

I Decide to sit by the tree and stop moving to reduce the chances of anything seeing or hearing me. Waiting for the darkness to come is an enlightening situation. Since waking up in the cabin I haven't had the time to just sit down and not worry about what's happening. It's been a constant what to do next, So sitting under the tree trying to stay as still as possible while waiting for the sun to go down was very relaxing.

Until I realized that the sun is coming down, and the darkness coming out. The same darkness that I was killed in. Every second the darkness gets deeper and deeper, Feeling the memories of that night start to be relived I try to busy myself. Reaching into the pile of leaves next to me laying them over me like a protective sheet Only does so much.

The relaxing moment I had just a minute ago being replaced with terror of the darkness. Knowing I'm going to have to do it all over again. Stay in pitch darkness and wait for the sun to come up. Last time I went to sleep out in the forest I thought I was safe and nothing could happen to me, worrying about getting out of it, not anything in it. I slept like a baby, and I paid dearly for it.

The darkness finally covering everything. I start to notice the things I missed the first time. The sound of trees creaking from the wind and leaves being scattered, the feeling of not knowing whats out there. Being completly alone. Straining you ears for anything that doesn't sound natural.

I don't even notice I'm trembling before the leaves around me start shaking, freaking me out even more. I open my eyes as wide as I can, looking for anything that could hear the sound. Only to see darkness, utter darkness. I start to panic, franticly jerking my head left and right, causing even more noise, looking for anything to calm my exceedingly terror stricken thoughts.

Just as I feel I'm about to snap. I can see! It's Just a faint outline of everything, but I can see. The underbrush and trees infront of me being the same I watched as the sun went down. Looking up I see the trees and their branches sway with the wind, the source of the creaking. I'm alone, there's nothing near me.

As I feel myself sink into the tree with relief, I start to calm down, I can see. I'm going to be fine. I'll just stay awake to keep an eye on the sorroundings, make sure the goblins don't come near me.

Keeping your eyes and ears open straining at every little sound is very draining. Before I even register it my eyes are already closing and my mind is welcomeing the sweat release that is sleep.

I wake up to the feeling of something tickling my face. Tiredly blicking my eyes while moving my hand to the source and brushing it off halfheartedly doesn't wake me up until I feel the thing I was brushing away stick to my hand. Opening my eyes to a big centipede on my finger was not what I would call a nice awakening.

Jerking my hand away and jumping up in fright it takes me a second to realize what's going on. I must have fell asleep while trying to keep a lookout. Taking a glance around I pick up my staff and look up to the sky. It's not that high up, Good, with any luck I'll be able to avoid any future goblins.

I look around for the spot I mentally marked. Preparing myself for the future hike and trying to shake of the sleep and uncomfortable feeling in my bones I've learned to expect, I start to sneak.

I hadn't woken up with the sun but it still had a long ways to go before it set. That gives me more than enough time to contemplate what happened last night. I should never have been able to see.

It was unnatural, just like the dome. Is the dome somehow connected to me seeing? Maybe it's not the dome but the cabin. I did die and get sent back into the cabin. It just didn't make any sense, why was I able to see. Along the same lines how was I sent back to the cabin after I died.

Could it be me? I was in alot of distress, it's not unreasonable to assume that I how somehow summoned a mysterious energy from inside me. I felt it was necessary to see for my continue survival and I'm given just that.

Almost like magic, but that can't be. Magic isn't real. Then again, Neither is coming back from the dead, or some weird dome that defies reality. It's magic, it has to be. That thought for some reason fills me with happiness.

While I'm thinking about me having night vision and what it means, I'm not sacrificing my ability to walk quietly and pay attention. Sometimes I'm entirely stoping my train of thought to keep up my awarness.

If I hadn't been walking like I was now there's no telling if I would have missed the sound of the goblins walking. Who knows, the one with the knife could have rushed me and killed me the same as it did last time. It could be argued percetion is my most useful trait towards my continued survival.

Paying such attention to my surroundings has a certain side affect. I start to notice more and more particular things, namely plants. Every know and then the green wonderland of the forest will be inturupted by a bright flower or weird looking vine. After spotting a bright plant that looked as if it had something similar to a barry on it, I'm reminded of my hunger and thirst.

I've been pushing it out of mind since I had awoken, holding on to what is likely vain hope for me to find some source of water or food. Even though I haven't found any water yet it seems not all that hope was for nothing.

Stopping to take a quick glance around me I start to slowly start sneaking toward the fruit. Every step closer to it making the hunger I had kept away from my mind more prevalent. Once I had reached the what, I now notice is a barry, my mind was consumed by hunger, the feeling of my stomach being a empty void overwhelming my toughts.

Forgoing any silence I had worked for, I immediatly start feasting on these peices of absulote heaven. Stuffing my face for what feels like both to long and short, I come back to myself. With a belly full of barries I start to slowly get sleepy, my only complaint there was no water to wash them down with.

Looking for a spot to let my body digest feels like it takes way to long. The sleepy feeling starting to become more apparent. Finding a spot that is hidden to rest at I start walking towards it, only to notice I'm no longer walking straight, my feet getting crossed and not going where I tell them to. My mind clashing with itself, the feeling of terror measly in the face of overwhelming drowsiness, Thoughts flowing way slower than they should be, I'm on the ground before I even realize it.

Coming to slowly I get up from the hard ground. The sun shining through the window practically blinding, Wait. The windows, looking around me it takes a second for my brain to register what happened. I'm back in the cabin, I've died again.