After exploring the rest of the ship, he found a rudimentary flint and steel and lantern which miraculously still had oil in it. Then again, considering the laminated document, maybe not. Deciding to go back to the cave he took a rotting door off the side of the wreck and dragged all of his meagre possessions to his ?House? Dwelling? He decided to call it the Cradle.

Feeling hungry after this labour, he decided to take his tools to find some food. Trying to remember where the berries were, he took a wrong turn, tripped over a hefty tree root and fell into a clearing.

It was a horrible sight. A doe had stumbled into a hole and broken her leg. Trystn felt her agonising pain. Quickly concluding to put her out of her misery, he took a few tentative steps towards her… when GRRAGH! Some dog-like creatures padded out from the trees on the other side of the glade. "Shoo!"He shouted, "G'way!"

The wolves weren't having any of it; they barked defiantly, coming closer to the dying creature. His mind made up, Trystn put his knife up and closed in. The animals peered up at the strange object as the teen ran closer, decided it wasn't worth it, and scarpered, tails between legs. Clearly, Trystn thought, things here weren't as idyllic as they seemed. The doe moaned in pain again, and he scrambled over. Leaning above it, hot breath in his face, he brought his blade down on its throat in slicing motion. SCHLAPP! SHLAAPP! It was not a clean cut; he had to hack through the thick spinal cord. But finally, after what felt like hours, he was through. Quickly, he threw the head away, eyes firmly in the opposite direction. His tunic, already stained by the berries, was now a grisly red. His stomach growled, reminding him of what he had to do… It took him a full half an hour to prepare the meat for cooking. His first attempts at skinning were a mess, but towards the end, he began to get the hang of it. He was left with a rough square metre of hide. He left it on a rock near the Cradle to dry out. The meat, he skewered on sticks and above a basic fire, he began to cook his first meal.