Wilson walked through the forest looking for anything, anything that could be food. At one point, he grabbed a sturdy branch as he walked past, and started to use it as a walking had some ideas to use this stick for more things but decided to wait till, at least he had a camp. After about 10 minutes of collecting nothing but seeds and branches, his mind's scientific wheels stared to turn, and he grinned.

About an hour later, Wilson had set up camp. He sat down on the makeshift branch chair and started popping seeds into his mouth. The camp wasn't the best, but he made due. A chair for resting, a fire pit(Which he had filled with branches),and a place for a bed when he gets one. Wilson yawned as he saw the sun going down. Wait, sun...going...DOWN. Wilson ran over to his fire pit and tried to make a fire the old fashioned way, rubbing to sticks together, Wilson looked into the distance and saw unearthly darkness, coming fast. He thought he saw, something in the darkness. He worked faster, trying to make a spark. With the darkness almost upon him, he did it. The spark lit the branches and leaves,making a fire. Whatever was in the darkness, stopped quickly and stayed away from the light. Wilson had been breathing heavily during the whole ordeal, and now started to calm down. He moved as close as he could to the fire, without getting burnt of course. He pulled over his makeshift bed and a tried to go to sleep. When he finally fell asleep, the sun was already up.