Hello. I realize I have not been telling you what Freddie is thinking, but I am too lazy to rewrite chapters, so I will start now.

Freddie's POV:

I am nearing the shelter when I hear someone singing. I walk under the opening in the cliff, and listen. Sam is singing Amazing Grace, and she is amazing. I walk behind the bolder and jump on it and into the shelter.

Sam is facing the other way and didn't hear me so I sneak up behind her. I set my stuff down and pick up the bird carcass. I quietly get it over her and drop it in her lap. She screams like… well… Carly.

She jumps up and I laugh. She then proceeds to punch me from shoulder to gut, multiple times. I laugh harder and finally she exclaims "Why does that not hurt you?"

I chuckle and lift up my shirt to show my stomach. Her eyes get slightly wider and she says "How did you get such nice abs?"

"Fencing has been good to me."

I pick up my things and go to the center of the room. I set it down and leave to find more wood.

After about an hour of gathering wood and thinking about absolutely nothing, literally I blacked out, I had enough for the rest of the day which consisted of about two hours. I sat in the middle of the room and turned to Sam.

"You have been at that for three hours, ready to watch me do it in 30 seconds?" She turned to me, clearly exhausted, and blew some hair out of her face.

"Make my day."

I looked down at the bird's nest, and held the flint above it. I struck it hard several times in quick succession, and sparks hailed down on the nest. Immediately, I leaned over and supplied air slowly. It finally took and I quickly threw on some sticks. I added more and more, until I had a nice fire.

I looked up triumphantly at Sam and she shot me a death glare.

I sat to clean the cardinal, and began thinking for the first time today. That scared me, I hadn't thought all day, just acted. I mindlessly cleaned the bird and thought about my situation.

I am stuck in the Canadian wilderness with the girl of my eternal torment. I have a hatchet and some junk (I seem to have read this in a book somewhere). Sam wasn't that bad, I guess, we have started to get along better now. She was nice, kind of. And no matter how much I insult her, she is still gorgeous- I mean pretty. I thought back to the kiss we almost shared today and wondered what if. What if we were dating? What if we did get married? It wouldn't be that bad. It might actually be nice.

I turn back to the bird and but a stick through it. I set the two ends of the stick in two forked sticks, and set that near the fire to give a classic looking cooker.

I looked up and jumped back a little to see Sam staring at me.

"How did you do that?" She asked with a confused tone.

"What?"

"You gutted and cleaned that entire bird without looking at it. How do you know all this survival chizz?" She asked motioning to the fire and bird.

"It is a long story."

"We have plenty of time."

I groaned and shifted to a more comfortable position.

"Well back before I met you and Carly, my dad would take me on long camping trips, and would teach me survival stuff. And he made me do it so many times, that it became second nature. When I got here, my mind went back to that, and I guess I just acted."

"OK." Sam said. Then came a long silence until the meat was done.

"Here, I'm not very hungry." I tossed the bird to her and she began eating.

"You should thank that bird, he was deacently easy to kill." I said looking at her.

She spit the meat out and said "You killed this?"

I looked at her with a puzzled expresion, and said "Yeah, would you rather eat it still breathing?"

"No but, I'm not used to my food being killed."

"All the food you eat has been killed exept for some kinds of sushi."

She nearly threw up and said "That was killed anyways, not specificly to feed me."

I shook my head. "That isn't how it works. That is why they have slaughter houses. Healthy animals are taken in, killed, and the meat is procesed. If they killed sick animals, the meat would be bad."

She looked a little queasy, and she set the meat aside.

I crawled over to the opposite wall and sat with my back against it.

"Tomorrow, we need to improve this shelter, and then make weapons." She nodded to me and I lay back on the floor, closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I woke early, about false dawn, I sit up and Sam is still asleep. I restart the fire and grab a little wood from outside. I crawled up the shaft, and ate a few berries. I then start to the task of making a roof.

I looked for anything, and eventually found a stump about a foot wider than the shaft. I chop off a three inch thick layer, which took a really long time. Eventually I have finished and take a few thick long sticks and head back to the shaft.

When I arrive, Sam is coming out.

"Morning." I said cheerily.

"Shut up I'm not in the mood."

I sit down by the shaft and get to work. I take the corner of the hatchet and make two holes opposite each other. I put the sticks through each of the holes. I dig a small hole in the ground and make a mud wall around the shaft. I took the other two sticks and put them in the mud opposite each other to make mold holes. After a few minutes it dried enough to take the sticks out. I removed them and put my wood chimney cover on. I slid it in and out a few times and it was smooth. It left an inch gap between the mud and wood so the smoke would come out, but no rain could get in.

"Impressive." Sam said clapping. I jumped a little and opened the hatch for her. We climbed down and I jumped out the 'front door' to the ground. I looked at the bolder I had been using for entrance and grabbed a long log. I set it down next to the bolder and realized something.

I looked at my arms and I had a long sleeve shirt on. I removed it and hung it on a nearby tree so the sweat could dry. I picked up the log and put it under the bolder. I lifted with all my strength and the rock rolled a few feet. I repeated the process until it was under the door. I dropped the log and went to get a drink.

After the refreshing drink, I went over to an area with dead trees and picked a few logs and slowly, one by one moved them to the door. Finally, after much tweaking, I got a ruff doorway. I filled the gaps in the logs with mud and made a door out of a few branches surrounded by mud for support, to make a hard door.

"Perfect. Now for some protection." It was almost night time, and I quickly ran to a willow tree. I cut off two decently straight branches and ran back to the shelter. I came in and pulled the door tightly into place and tying in place with a vine. I turned around and was amazed at the sight.

Almost the entire room was filled with wood.

"I gathered a little wood." Sam said grinning from ear to ear.

"So I see…" I sat near the fire and looked up. My chimney was working great.

"What happened to your shirt?" She asked staring at my chest. I then realized I hadn't put it back on.

"I… uh… took it off because I was hot and forgot to put it back on." I said rubbing the back of my neck.

"Smart…" She said dripping with sarcasm.

I sat and began to clear the branches off the soon-to-be-bow. I set one aside and began smoothing it with long strokes. From the center getting slightly smaller to the end. I did the same to the other and on the end, I made a small notch where the string will go. I laid them by the door and looked at Sam. She was fast asleep and I whispered "Sleep well Princess Pucket." It had to be close to mid-night and I lay my back on the cold floor and was out immediately.

I hope you enjoyed, I am having trouble with the next chapter so suggestions are welcome. And also, totally random, does anybody find it odd that Sam's mom, the only one without a job, is the only one with an actual house? That makes no sense. Anyways, I comandeth the to review!