Chpt 1. Brave new world
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Science is the study of the natural. A scientist studies the phenomenon created by the universe itself, nothing of, artificial, or man made origins.
This being said, it is quite surprising that not even Wilson, the gentlemanly scientist could explain his current situation. He had been finishing up his work on a groundbreaking experiment in the late of night when he was thrust from his work into an eternal spiral of nothing. Afterwards, he recalled nothing. Now he was laying on his back in something soft. The scent of dirt and grass filled his nostrils. He opened his eyes and leaned up, only to reveal to himself that he was in a forest.
Around him lay three other people. First, A man. He was large and muscular, he wore a white T-Shirt with navy blue stripes, that hugged his large torso tightly. On his legs were a pair of jeans, and on his feet plain black shoes. He had a wide jaw and large nose, but his most prominent feature was his glorious mustache.
Then, an old woman. She looked to be in her late forties. She wore a brown blouse and a white skirt, her white, weblike hair in a bun. Her face had an angered expression, and she looked to be an unhappy person in general.
Finally, another girl. By Wilson's standards, she was beautiful. She had long black hair tied back into two separate ponytails, each going down to her thighs. She was petite, around 5'6. She wore a red blouse and black skirt.
As for Wilson himself, he wore a white undershirt with an unbuttoned red waistcoat over it, the undershirt sleeves rolled up to make way for his long, black rubber gloves which went up to his elbows. On his legs he wore a pair of black, slim pants. His feet rested in a pair of shoes he made, they were ideal for running, yet also classy.
His black hair came up to three points, two on the left and right on the back of his head, and one in the middle(google wilson don't starve). His nose was decently large and his jaw was sharp. His eyes had dark circles around them, and he seemed to not have slept in days.
The man is clearly physically adept. The scientist part of Wilson thought. And the younger girl...she can't be much younger than I, judging by how...developed...she his. The male part of Wilson thought. He immediately reprimanded himself. He must keep a gentlemanly facade, no room for thoughts like that.
He lifted himself into a standing position, and by instinct moves towards the young woman. He kneeled next to her, taking in her facial features. She had a soft nose and large, round eyes. Her face was very pale, even more so than Wilson, yet her cheeks were rosy red.
He shook her shoulder, almost instantly awaking her. She made a high pitch scream. She kicked Wilson in the chest, making him fall. After realizing what she did, she apologized immediately. "Oh dont worry, its fine" He said. His voice was deep, but not booming. It was gentle and soothing.
"Huh, yeah, sorry…" she began "Im Willow" Her voice was high pitch and cheerful. She projected her sentences loud and clearly. Willow, I like that. Wilson thought. "Nice to meet you Willow, Im Wilson. Scientist and Gentleman." He described. "Cool, people call me the many things. Mostly stuff like firestarter though." She stated, pulling out a lighter and flipping it open.
"So...any idea what's going on?" Willow asked "Uh...No." Wilson lied. Yes I do, I remember I built and turned on the… he stopped thinking, attempting to clear his now guilty conscious. "Are we gonna wake up the others?" She asked. Wilson quickly thought, settling with "Yes, I guess we should."
They walked first to the old woman and awakened her. "Wha...Whats going on!?" She asked. "It's alright Ma'am, we don't know either." Wilson said, calming her.
"Oh, uh, ok. My name is Wickerbottom. I'm a librarian." She said. Her voice resembled that of an old teacher. "Nice to meet you, Wickerbottom. We are waking up the last one, wanna help." Willow questioned.
She nodded in agreement and they moved to the mountain of a man. He was still asleep, his arms over his head. Wilson kneeled beside him, and awoke him. The man woke up, and immediately threw a punch Wilson narrowly avoided. He spoke loud and with a russian accent "Who is this!? Why am I here!?" He boomed. "Sir, please, calm yourself. This is not of our doing." Wilson explained. "Oh, ok then. Do we know anything?" He asked, wanting answers.
"No, unfortunately." Wilson lied again. I'm breaking all my moral codes right now. He thought to himself. Well, all that matters is that I remain a gentleman. He began deciding what to do next. He set his mind on gathering resources, food, and a fire.
Utilizing all his leadership skills, he explained the plan. "Ok, we must split up. Two of us gather resources, one gathers food, and the last a fire. Be back here before sundown, you don't want to get caught in the dark." Immediately, Willow stated "I call fire!" Wickerbottom decided on getting food, and that left Wilson and the other to gather resources. He didn't even know his name, now that he thought of it. "Sir, may I ask, what is your name?" He questioned. "I am Wolfgang, strong man. And you?" "Wilson, gentlemanly scientist."
And so they were off. They collected things such as twigs and long grass, and Wilson decided they needed flint, so they got that too. Dawn was upon them and night approached, so they set back. They found Willow tending the a steady campfire. Wickerbottom had a pile of berries and carrots in front of her, and Wilson and Wolfgang set down their supplies.
Night hit, and the land was blanketed in. darkness. "Um, are we gonna...sleep?" Willow asked. "First, we eat." Wilson said, roasting some berries over the fire. "Then we take shifts. I will go first." he decided this was best as he could construct tools. "I agree with gentle scientist." Wolfgang said. "Ok, I guess I can go second." Willow stated. "I go third" Wickerbottom said. "I will be last." Wolfgang concluded.
They ate, then began their shifts. Wilson spent the night constructing axes and sharpening flint to a blade, then making a ridge in a thick, sturdy stick. He then bound the blade into the ride with dried grass. He repeated this four times. All the while contemplating his new companions. Especially Willow, he though much of her.
Willow simply watched the fire, as it calmed her. She knew her skill wouldn't let them down. She also thought of her partners, making note of Wilson's polite demeanor.
Wickerbottom thought back on some literature she had read about wilderness survival, maybe it would come in handy.
Wolfgang simply sat, blank minded. He thought of his home on occasions, and glanced at Wilson's work. He noted that the scientist is very resourceful, and should not be overlooked.
When morning came, Wilson was the first awake. He always wakes up early and goes to bed late. Wolfgang was second. Huh...someone fell asleep on the job. Wilson thought. Next was Willow, whose hair seemed unruly. Then Wickerbottom, who seemed unhappy. Hopefully she will cheer up. Wilson thought, noticing her frown.
Letting out a loud yawn, Willow broke the silence. "So, what are we eating for breakfast?" She asked. Wilson, being the well thought individual he saw himself as, saved some food from last night. "Ah, yes. I saved some food. So carrots and berries I suppose." Wilson explained. "This is good, Wolfgang needs full stomach to be strong." Wolfgangs loud, deep voice stated. "So what will we do today?" Questioned Wickerbottom "We should travel, look for an area to set up a permanent camp." Wilson decided "Agreed" added Willow.
"Well, I guess it's decided" Wickerbottom said. And with that they were off.