Hey guys! Welcome back! Im going to answer the 2 reviews that were left on my previous chapter

Zeck143: As Im posting this chapter, yes I am going to be writing more! Also, dont be sad! I dont like it when ppl are sad

Jatheus: Thank you! But in all seriousness, go check the game out! ITS AWESOME AND ITS ALSO ON STEAM!

Disclaimer: But I said that last time do I have to say it again? *she pauses, some garbled audio is heard* Fine...The Dont Starve game is property of Klei Enterainment, except for Lily. She's mine *pulls Lily closer* Lily: really? Me: Yes

Woodie's POV

The morning dawned after, what I felt, a few seconds. I was the first to wake up, as usual. Wilson tired himself with his experiments until the hounds howled, and Wigfrid hunted until dawn. I didn't wake them up, as they needed their sleep. I turned, and with deep breaths, looked at the Great West. It was undiscovered, uncharted and would most likely have many dangers. I LOVED it.

My exploration adrenaline subsided quickly as Wigfrid stirred, sweat dotting her brow. She bolted up, looking about with scared eyes and a swinging head. I ran to the lass, hugging her as she started sobbing into my chest. To be completely honest, I kinda have a thing for her, but I haven't told no one. 'Fraid they're gonna spill my secret.

The lass' despair must've woken Wilson up because the next thing I hear is his voice:

"What's going on here?"

I turned to him, still holding Wigfrid close, and looked him in the eye. His expression was concerned, and yet fierce.

"Lass had a nightmare. Probably damn Maxwell again." I explained, keeping my voice low as to not frighten her more. Wilson was silently scorning me for my, albeit mild, cursing with his gaze. Wigfrid nodded, slowly, confirming my guess. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her, wiping away her tears. The beefalo wool smelled of lavender, the herb Wickerbottom had washed it with. It was a relatively new thing that Maxwell had made, he seemed to be adding a lot more recently. It's part of the reason we were exploring in the first place.

Wigfrid finished her cry session, and stood up, still huddling her blanket around her. "Let's get going." Her accent(Author note: I forgot where's she's from, therefore I forgot her accent. Could you just leave it in your review,... plz?) was heavy and thick as we gather the rest of the supplies. We head out on the road again and I'm humming some Scottish(or Irish((I forgot))) song from home, and it's one I don't even remember.

Lily's POV

Ugh! Why in the world, I'm not even sure this the world, DID I CUT MYSELF?! I'm so stupid... well, waiting around isn't going to make things better. I flipped through my memory vault, looking for herbal remedies that I learned in Africa. I also realized my memory vault was surprisingly empty. Gosh darn be amnesia! Hmm...just wash it then wrap it, possibly heat it to avoid infection. Simple enough. I recalled seeing a pond a way back, near the savanna.

I started walking, holding my finger to keep germs out. I eventually got to the pond, and washed my finger. I wrapped it in some spiky plants I found near the pond's edge. I was about to get up, when something knocked me down again. Turning, I saw...a frog. Granted, it was a abnormally large frog, but still...a frog. I looked around some more, certain that something else had knocked me down, until the frog opened its mouth, and let loose it's tongue.

I was able to get a good look at the tongue, before it hit me in the face! Anyways, the tongue was a normal frog tongue, until right up at the end, which became a slimy mace...without the spikes of course. Basically, imagine a mace, without spikes, wrapped in frog's tongue. Not. Pretty.

I whipped out my axe, but the tongue sprang out again, and STOLE MY AXE! By this time, I had had enough of this frog, I punched it in the face, stunning it, grabbed my axe and chopped that frog in half. I watched as black flames reached up from the ground, burning the body, only leaving the legs. I grabbed the legs and stuffed them in my pocket, because well, it's food.

Evening came and I was walking back. I noticed the evening was a little longer than last night. I shuddered. Last night had not been pretty, and I wasn't ready to relive that. That THING might come back...I shuddered more. I almost felt it crawling against my back. Looking around I started seeing shadows..but they were MOVING! WHY WERE THEY MOVING?! The world started draining color. Everything was shades of white and black. The shadows started becoming solid. Their red eyes gleaming in hunger. I whipped out my axe in one hand, knife in the other. The shadows swarmed me. I slashed at one, but it split into two smaller ones. They attacked. One moved for my back, biting down, hard! I yelped in pain before stabbing it in the eye. It dissipated into a see-through blob of black. One launched at me, pinning me to the ground. I struggled, in the process losing my weapons. I tried biting it. I just bit down on my tongue instead. One grabbed a rock and threw it at my head. I couldn't prevent the scream that left my mouth. I could feel it, I was going to die, right here, at the arms of shadows. I was going to die an insane person who just wanted her uncle back. I laughed at the thought, which confused the shadows.

My eyes started closing. This is it..., I thought. The shadows look away from me, at something in the distance. They swam away, leaving me in the grass, unable to move. I laughed a single time, before leaving myself to sleep, and most likely, my fate.

Wilson's POV

We kept walking. Nothing new. A roaming treeguard or two. A couple tallbirds. We steered clear of them, as usual. Ravens and Redbirds flew by in the sky. The sun was setting, so we would have to set up another camp soon. Wigfrid killed a rabbit and ate it, no sweat. I held the compass in the palm of my hand. The gold was cold, but soothing against my rough hand.

My head jerked up as I heard a scream. Both Woodie and Wigfrid looked equally shocked. Did someone follow us? It was quite feminine, so that eliminates Webber, Wolfgang, WX-78, And Wes. Still some of our camp left. Wickerbottom just doesn't scream so that leaves Wendy and Willow. I shuddered. If Willow got hurt...I pushed the thought from my head.

I motioned with my hand to draw weapons, and move forward cautiously. Slowly, we picked our way through the fields, coming upon a small clearing. In the middle lay a small girl. Correction: She was actually quite large, as in tall. Hair in a ponytail, dyed purple on the edges, contrasting nicely with the black. She had a black leather jacket on, with a gray shirt imprinted with a moon underneath. She was wearing sweatpants and sneakers. Most definitely a teen. Her head was bleeding and blood was still in a pool around her. Her eyes were fluttering.

Wigfrid wasted no time in tending to the girl. She pulled out bandages and got to work. Woodie didn't hesitate to join her. I immediately began surveying the area. The grass was rustled in unnatural ways and a tree had an axe and a knife stuck in the trunk. Definite signs of a struggle. There was something next to her, a blob of...nightmare fuel. I picked up the horrid substance.

"She must've gone insane temporarily, fought the shadows, then passed out." I concluded, showing the fuel to the others. Their eyes widened, Woodie even took a step back. The lumberjack looked down at the girl again. Her eyes had closed, her breathing labored. My eyes drifted to a nearby rock. Considering she was insane enough for them to be solid, they could've easily pelted her with rocks.

"Well, I'm going to get her back to base. Her health isn't going to get better just sitting in a pool of her own blood." Wigfrid announced. She checked the girl over once, discovering a large bite mark on her back which was bleeding, before loading her onto her wool blanket, which she then supported with boards, and tied ropes to it so she and Woodie could drag it.

I sighed. It was going to be a long way home.

Aaaaaand done! Ooh! So many questions! Will Lily wake up, or will she be in a coma, or worse die? Will Woodie reveal his crush on Wigfrid? Is there something going on between Willow and Wilson? Well, you'll have to come back and find out next time on "To Survive"! Bai!