Day 1.
I've awoken somewhere. I don't know where. I felt a strange euphoria and then I was lying in a field with just the clothes on my back and this journal that I'm writing in now. Taking in the surroundings was overwhelming, plains as far as the eye could see, jungle trees dotting the horizon. In the other direction, rolling hills. Something about the situation felt urgent, so I headed toward the hills, being that they were nearer and I started to see some forested areas around, so instinctively I collected some wood. While I was collecting I saw some animals, mostly sheep, a pig, some cows. They put my mind at ease for a moment. In a way, I wasn't alone. It was then that my stomach began to grumble and I realized the dark truth, this is a life or death situation, so I managed to fashion a wooden axe and I cut the animals down, taking what little meat I could off of them. I felt so useless, I wasn't even able to fashion a better way to end their lives painlessly. It had taken many swings before their struggle had finally ended. Through that gruesome scene I continued to collect when I came across a small grotto like low area with an opening to one side. I chose this place to be where I would make a shelter, why I dont know. I began to build up a small shack with the wood I'd collected. It occurred to me that I'd need more than just wood if I was going to build a strong shelter, so I fashioned a rudimentary shovel out of wood and began digging through the soft dirt on one of the sides of the tall hills that now surrounded me. Eventually I struck some harder material and knew this was what I was looking for. I'd need the right tool to get this out without wrecking it... a pickaxe of some kind. So I went back, made this pickaxe, and collected some of the precious rock. Eventually I made a small oven, and stocked the bottom with logs, bringing some light to the dark shack. As I walked outside I saw that the sun was beginning to set, a frightening thought came to mind. Just as I murdered those animals to survive... surely I wasn't the only predator out here. The light of my hut suddenly felt very safe to me, and the dark of outside very dangerous, it was just then that the fire in the makeshift furnace died out. In the fading twilight, I hastily grabbed some of the dead coals from the fire, fashioned them to some wooden sticks and placed them outside my house, and within as well. I am now writing this as the last of the light on the horizon goes out... If this becomes my last record... to any who may read this, I love my family... (Though I still remember nothing from before I awoke, I know I had a family... I just know it.) and I wish to be buried if my remains are found.