The sun was only barely up, and so was the girl. She felt a slight breeze against her face, as a reminder of where she was. She was free. A distant growl could be heard, but she ignored it. That is, until small footsteps accompanied the sound, and they seemed to be coming closer every second.

She opened her eyes. A few feet away from her, she saw a wolf, quietly approaching her. The animal quickly realised that she was awake, and decided to run for it.

She quickly searched around for anything to defend herself. Finding nothing in reach, she noticed there was something in her hand, and hurled it at the wolf. It was at that split second that she recognized the object. She regretted throwing it immediately, as she recognized it as her Companion Bit. That regret faded, when she realized that it had hit it right in the eye.

The collision only seemed to fuel the animal with anger, as it decided to run back, and jump at her. The wolf bit her left arm, latching on to her with no intent of letting go. She desperately tried to shake it off, but it wouldn't let go.

She decided a different approach; she slammed her forearm into the ground, taking the animal with it. It cried out in pain, and let go on the second slam. It now bled from two of its legs, as well as its eye.

It was immobilized, but now desperately fighting to crawl away. Chell's eyes searched for something to finish the job. Her eyes settled on the remains of her makeshift campfire. She ran towards it, grabbed hold of one of the half-burnt branches, and ran back to the wolf again, a few feet away. She closed her eyes, and pushed the branch in its chest as fast as she could.

She poked the animal a couple of times. It didn't move. It was dead.

Now for the examination. She was bleeding heavily from her left arm, and losing blood quickly. She was by no means a doctor, but she knew to clean it, and stop the bleeding.

First things first. She ran into the forest, wary of any predators, and ended up at the small stream of water she discovered last night. She carefully submerged her forearm into the water. She gently rubbed her arm, biting her lower lip while trying to fight the pain.

Now to cover it up. She looked around, trying to find something that could stop the bleeding. She eventually looked down, and found that her jumpsuit might offer some protection.

She grabbed a particularly sharp rock, and began cutting one of the jumpsuit's sleeves. When she cut off a big enough chunk, she tightly knotted it around her wound.

Now that that was over, she drank some water from the small stream, and walked back to her 'camp'.

Upon arrival, she saw the now inanimate wolf laying there. A few feet away was her Companion Bit. She carefully scooped it up, and stuffed it in her back pocket again.

She looked back to the dead animal. She felt her stomach ache as she did. She did have to eat, after all.

She gathered some twigs and leaves, and went on to prepare her 'food'.

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After she had her 'meal', she resumed her trek. She thought about storing the water found in the stream, but couldn't find anything to store it in. She drank a bit more to compromise.

She followed the road, increasing her chances of reaching civilisation. She found a few berries growing on bushes along the way, and she made sure to take as much of them with her. Her jumpsuit didn't have pockets, but since she wasn't wearing the top part, she just used it as a sort of waist bag.

About four hours had been spent walking, discovering plenty of different streams along the way, and resting occasionally. It really was annoying to her that she got tired so quickly without the adrenal vapour, but she just had to cope with it.

At some point, she saw a small shack in the distance. It was hard to spot; it had been blocked by plenty of trees. If you weren't looking for it, you'd most certainly have missed it.

She approached the shack, full of excitement. Would there be someone living inside it? Maybe he could point me to a nearby town, she mused.

After reaching the wooden cabin, she expectantly knocked on the door.

No answer.

She knocked again, a little harder this time.

Still nothing.

It was then that she noticed the rough state of the cabin. Cobwebs had gathered in the corners, the walls were in a pretty rough state, but somehow managed to hold up. There were smears on the windows. Some were cracked only slightly, but none were broken.

She looked inside the windows, checking for anyone inside the home.

Nothing.

The wooden cabin was deserted. Whoever built this must've left the place quite a while ago.

She had to get inside somehow.