When Zander awoke in the dead of night he felt cold penetrating deep into his body and was shivering heavily. He shot up immediately forgetting about the makeshift walls and accidentally knocked one over, bringing all the walls down. He groaned thinking about having to fix it, he would need to make it better as well.

Setting his walls back up he checked his phone, about 30% left, and used his phone's flashlight to search around for any decent sticks, and managed to find a few small armfuls worth of useable sticks. making intertwining basket pattern walls again, he stacked them on his current walls.

On some video he had watched before about nature survival he had seen a guy use mud to make makeshift shelters more wind proof, and Zander thought it was worth a shot. He would need to find some source of water to be able to do it, since he could not use his drinking water as it was limited in quantity.

After about 2 hours he had setup an extra layer of intertwined stick walls and crawled back inside to try and sleep again. Laying down, cold permeating his body, he wished that he was home with all his being. He shut his eyes and fell asleep...

His eyes burst open, the sound of an air conditioner next to him, he was back in his room in his house. His eyes were wide, wondering if he had just dreamt that all, but the dirt on his clothes and the empty feeling in his stomach told him otherwise. Rushing to the bathroom he took a nice long warm shower, and proceeded to make himself toast with grape jam. A light snack to fill up his stomach a bit. As he began to bite into the toast the sweet taste of grape jam flourished inside of his mouth, and the world faded to black.

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Back inside the forest he had found himself. This greatly upset him, but at the very least he still had his toast in hand. Quickly scarfing it down, he got to work as the sun had risen in the time he had been gone. The forest needed to be explored to try and find any material sources such as easy access to water or food.

~4 hours

After hours of walking, he finally ran into a water source. He was now officially out of food as the beef jerky had been consumed on the walk here. Down to one bottle of water as well, although this river should be able to fix that. He decided to set up camp here, as walking back would be a waste of time.

~5 hours

It was on the brink of the deep night, he had gotten quite a bit done. He had gathered a lot of sticks and wood he could find nearby, and had managed to find some sort of berries. He feared that they might be poisonous, but soon he would have no other choice but to eat them, unless he could catch some fish in the river. He had made a primitive cone fish trap by taking sticks he ripped off trees and weaving them like a basket to the shape of a cone., and he would check to see if he had caught anything in the morning. In addition to that he had added mud to the stick walls of his tiny house, hoping that at least it could shield him from the wind.

He was pretty tired after he had done all this, and set to sleep for the night...