The incident with Timmons outburst casted a shadow of dread over the team. The forest around them felt more menacing than ever, a labyrinth of darkness and unknown terrors. Their minds raced with horrifying possibilities: was this an encounter with an alien presence, or were they beginning to succumb to the psychological horrors of their environment?
This uncertainty, this blend of fear and hopelessness, enveloped them, leaving each member lost in their own spiral of confusion and dread, a stark reminder of their vulnerability in this alien world. One member of the team was contaminated with alien poison, and the other person who was capable of finding water is now losing his sanity.
Reassuming a fetal position beside the tree where the group sought rest, Timmon's mind churned with unsettling thoughts. In a hushed, almost inaudible voice, he whispered to himself, his words laced with confusion and fear, "How can the sun stand so high in the sky at this hour of the night? Am I succumbing to the forest's influence? My internal clock screams midnight, yet beyond those dense leaves, the sun glares down. How long have we been trapped in this incomprehensible expanse of a forest?”
Mr. Major, occupied with kindling the fire, glanced at Timmon, witnessing his descent into a void of despair. Timmon's words, heavy with resignation, drifted through the chilling air. "Survival is impossible. We're all doomed." The despair in his voice seemed to punctuate each breath, a rhythmic testament to his loss of hope.
Ben, voicing his growing concern, added, "I'm genuinely worried. Could Timmon have come into contact with the slime? Maybe ingested or absorb some? He's not himself. And who really is this guy claiming to be Timmon? Could he be a murderer? Maybe it's just me, but doesn’t "Gesment" sound familiar to any of you? He's a weird dude if you ask me. Not to long ago I could swear I recalled him saying this wasn't his first life or some shit. This man might be cray. If he kills us, I swear I'm killing one of you first. So you better pray this jungle is enough to keep him busy and focused in not murdering us."
Sweating profusely and visibly struggling with each word, Tobi attempted to intervene, his voice a harsh, grating whisper. Each syllable was a battle, contorting his features in evident pain. "Hush... maybe... Timmon saw... something," he gasped, the effort of speaking causing the veins in his face to throb violently. His words were punctuated by grimaces of agony as if every sound he uttered was tearing at his throat. "If I hadn't... tried ayahuasca... I'd be losing my mind... right now. The … Pain, the hallucinations, Iv’e been to more taxing part…parties with crazier after effects. HaHa.” he continued, each word an audible struggle, his voice barely rising above a strained whisper.
Tobi's breaths were shallow and laboured. His body racked with spasms as he fought to speak. "The devil... is touching... me, and the leaves... burn blue. But I know... it's not real," he murmured, a pained attempt at reassurance. "I'm holding together... Mom," he whispered, the mention of 'Mom' seeming to drain the last of his strength, his voice trailing off into a painful silence.
Mr Major, watching Tobi's torturous effort to communicate, snapped with a mix of concern and frustration, "Shut up, Tobi! Your mom isn't here. And you need to stop talking. Every word you say is tearing you apart. How can you not feel the damage? Are your receptors not recepting?
Maybe for Timmon, the harsh reality has finally hit him. We are flying through space on a living rock that is not Earth – this forest, the aliens, monsters. It might be too much. We're doomed if we can't find essentials or build defences. I've seen terrifying creatures here during that stampede, and those were probably a sliver of what this world had to offer. We must be prepared for the worst. I need you guys to listen right now. That man is our leader. a position we put him in. And I’ve seen how hard he has been working to fulfil the role. He will make mistakes but that doesn’t mean he’s responsible for our safety. From what I’ve seen so far, he’s probably the type that will take that burden on for himself, but we are in charge of our own safety, and while doing that we extend a helping hand to those around us. As a Team. Remember that.
I’ve been thinking of ways to assist more, and this is the only advice I can give right now. Treat this next life like a survival novel, where you're the main character. Let your inner voice be your ego of darkness, let that inner voice take control of your body when you have given up, let that inner voice within the darkness give you strength and energy to surpass your limits and survive. Let that inner voice be responsible for the demon you let lose on all that stand before you, all that stand in your way. Introduce all your foes to the demon that has introduced humanity to the abyss of sins. From heaven to hell, in pain and joy, let the threat to your life know the fear of Gods chosen.”
Tobi, his body slick with sweat, seemed lost in a fog of confusion and delay. His brain struggled to keep pace with the conversation, his responses lagging behind the others. "What did I do? Why the hate?" he mumbled, his words sluggish and disjointed. "Sympathy! I'm Dying! Maybe. Timmon's sick." His voice trailed off, each word a laboured effort, reflecting his deteriorating condition.
Scott interjected, "Regardless, let's not squander our precious sleep time dissecting how emotions are expressed. Let the team leader be free in his moments of control and lack of it. The temperature seems to be dropping a little. Lets get closer together, you guys come sit here next to me and the fire which Mr Major skillfully started, lets stay quiet and save your breath for a more crucial moment, especially you Ben, I know your mouth must be dry from all that talking, and it probably smells like shit, but that's a topic for another time. Right now, let's focus on saving what strength we have for the challenges ahead." His words, though unnecessary, carried a sense of worry and practicality, a reminder of their precarious situation in the hostile alien environment.
With a sly look on his face, Ben added, "Well said, but you sound like you wanna break my back in my sleep. I’ll stay over here. I’m happily married.”
Slowly shaking his head among the fire light, Ben continued his taunt with a smirk on his face. “Manz out here talking about get close. Go get close to your mother.” This was Ben's attempt at humour, though awkward, seemed like a small effort to lighten the tense atmosphere.
Though Scott was tempted to respond forcefully to Ben's remark, he restrained himself. He knew Ben was only playing around and projecting, plus he was the one with a husband and a wife. Out of everybody, he's the most gay. Nothing he could say to Ben would mean anything, and Scott didn't want to seem hypocritical, undermining his own survival advice to be quiet and save energy. Debating the claim would only fuel Ben’s false twisted suspicion to the others, but then again why did he care? Why was he letting Ben aggravate him? The chances of him surviving is less than his chances of survival, Scott thought.
As they drifted into slumber around the fire, Scott was responsible for taking the first watch for the next 3 hours. The temperature in the forest was dropping even further, and after 4 hours, Scott roused Mr Major to switch and stand watch while he went to relieve himself and get some rest. As Scott stepped away from the others, he was far enough that the sound of his pee could not be heard, but close enough for the others to help if something was to happen. As he peed, he noticed that the forest wasn't as dark as before. Was his eyes adjusting to the dark, or was it actually less dark beneath the canopy. Maybe that meant that the sun was up. It was a good enough guess but he wouldn’t have answers until he knew more. If only he could climb the surrounding trees, but they were to tall to safely climb.
Standing there for a few more minutes deep in thought, Scott couldn't help but notice a subtle change in the forest's darkness. The canopy above seemed less oppressive, faintly illuminated by the leaves of certain trees that glowed with a soft, silver hue. This gentle light, a stark contrast to their earlier encounter with the wolves, still brought a surreal beauty to the dark forest.
While lost in the mesmerizing view, as his eyes tried to follow the shimmering yet faint leaf light stretching off in the distance above him, the sound of distant rushing water reached his ears, stirring an unexpected emotional response. How had they missed this sign of life before? Quietly, and quickly he returned to the group, whispering for them to wake up and gather their belongings.
As they scrambled to their feet, disoriented and trying to shake off their tiredness, looking for the danger if there was any, a sudden glimmer of light sliced through the canopy, startling and violating Mr. Major’s eyes. "What the hell? Is the sun up? I don’t understand! Was that light? What caused that light? That can't be light? Right? No way is the sun up! How long is a day on this planet, really? What the fuck is up with this forest?” he exclaimed in confusion and disbelief.
Timmon, quickly rising, joined the conversation with a mixture of relief and frustration evident in his voice. "So I wasn't imagining the sunbeam in my eye earlier? I knew it! I should have trusted my minds more. It’s just like Sherlock Holmes said, 'When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”
Ben, being the skeptic, retorted, his tone tinged with exasperation, "So you weren't hallucinating, Mr. Survival Is Impossible. We're All Doomed. Remember that guy and all the shit he was say leader? You’re so stupid. If that was the cause of your metal break down I’m disappointed. You didn't even share with us your worries or concerns. As the leader of a five-man team. That is not right. You spiraled and kept to yourself instead of asking us for help. You just melted under the facts and didn't even give us the opportunity to put our only useful tool to the problem. Our minds. If Mr Major was the leader we could at least count on him to voice his mental concerns. Are we sure that we should be following his guy? Is he still capable at reading the rocks and stone to find water? Plus, my guy, who in the world is this Sherlock Holmes you mentioned? Is he someone who also came to the planet?"
Ignoring Ben's remark, Timmon continued with a sense of urgency, “Thank God i’m not alone with this. Also one more thing. Can you all confirm something for me real quick. Can anyone else see that over there? I didn't say anything at first because I thought this forest might have given me space cancer or something, and that resulted in me seeing sporadic glowing things and beams of sunlight. Maybe there's more to this place than we thought. Maybe there’s food and water all around use but we really can’t tell. What if everything is edible”
The group paused, now looking in the direction that Timmon pointed out. Their attention drawn to the mysterious glow. After a moment of steering, Scott validated Timmon's observation, breaking the tense silence. "You're not seeing things. I see it too. And its in the direction that we need to travel so its a win win.
Confusion filled the air as everyone looked at Scott. “What do you mean by the direction we need to travel” Ben asked.
Scott: "We should check out the glowing light. I don’t know how i didn’t notice the glow before but It's in the same direction that I heard the sound of water coming from.”
With surprise, excitement and disbelief, they all exclaimed, even Tobi. “WATER!?”
Timmon: “What do you mean water?”
Scott: “The sound of rushing water in the distance. Thats something I’m used to hearing. If it wasn’t for that momentary quietness while I was peeing, I probably wouldn’t have noticed it.”
Ben: “Well I’ll be damned! This has been the best news I’ve heard since arriving on this planet, days ago? Hours ago? How long have we been in this forest. How far is the water? And how can you hear distance water?”
Mr Major: “ I’ve been failing to keep track of time, but based on how my body and muscles feel, I would say over two days has passed since we entered the forest, but I could be wrong, and if Scott said he heard water in the distance It has to be a big ass river or most likely a waterfall.”
Scott: “Thats pretty impressive Sir, and your right, its the sound of gallons of water falling in the distance. From the sound alone I would say 500 meters, but it could be less since I can hear it from within the forest. Trees tend to cut down a lot of noise pollution so it might be closer than we think in truth. If its in the same direction as the glowing light over there, then going toward it is our quickest route, plus knowing more about this forest isn’t ever a bad move when it comes to surviving.”
Mr. Major, pondering the information, voiced his concerns with Scotts reasoning and replied with a hint of apprehension, "But is that wise? Getting to the water source should be our priority for survival. Venturing towards unknown lights could lead us straight into danger. We're not in a state to confront aliens or any other threat. Look at us, running on fumes and faith. And Tobi... he's barely holding on.”
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Ben, adopting a faux bravado, joked at Tobi's expense, his tone masking underlying tension, "Walking with Tobi isn't safe for us. Let's stop that ASAP. We could drop him off at the glowing lights and tell him this is 'A heaven.' He might not even argue in his state.”
Tobi, despite his pain, managed a retort, his strained voice betraying his discomfort, "Me, in pain. Not... retard. Bitch!”
Quickly softening, Ben reassured him, “There's no way we're leaving anyone behind, especially with these alien creatures. Who knows, we might be a delicacy to them. I have a feeling I might taste good. I know I'm like a drug. Ask my partners about me.”
As the group prepared to investigate the glow in the heart of the dark, alien forest, Timmon took the lead in formulating a tactical approach. With their energy reserves low and armed only with primitive tools and weapons, their strategy needed to be meticulous and well-planned.
"Listen up," Timmon began, his voice low and steady, capturing the group's attention. “I know I’ve let you guys down, but hear me out, and give me another opportunity to lead. We need to approach this with caution and intelligence. We're low on resources, and our weapons are basic at best. Let's make sure we use our greatest asset – our collective wit and vigilance."
He laid out his plan: "We'll move in a horizontal line formation. This will maximize our field of vision and reduce the chances of any surprise attacks from the sides. Each of us should maintain about a meter's distance from the next. This spacing will allow us to support each other quickly if needed, without crowding and limiting our individual movements.”
Timmon continued, "Scott, you take the left flank. Your keen eyesight will be vital there. Mr. Major, you're on the right. Your strength will be key if we need a quick defensive response. Ben, you're in the centre with Tobi. Keep an eye on him, and be ready to assist if his condition worsens. I'll take point, leading and navigating.”
He then addressed their limited arsenal. "Our weapons might be primitive, but they can be effective if used wisely. Stones for throwing, the sticks for close and mid-range combat. I’ve managed to make a few weapons for myself based on the carbon sticks, it won’t be enough just to have this but it’s a start. I know Mr Major made a few weapons also but those are his to do whoever with. Let’s not engage unless absolutely necessary. Our main goal is to gather information and find that water source. If we encounter anything, our priority is to retreat and regroup. No man should get left behind. Stay silent, and communicate with hand signals as much as possible. If I remembered that sign language was mandatory in school I would have relied on it even more. Let’s move out quietly and keep our eyes and ears open. Remember, we're not just looking for the source of the light, but also for any signs of the water. Stay sharp."
With a final nod from Timmon, the group began its cautious journey toward the mysterious glow. Each member was keenly aware of the gravity of their situation and the need for a united, strategic approach in the unknown and potentially perilous environment.
As the team cautiously progressed toward the luminescent section of the forest, their survival instincts were at an all-time high. Every step was measured, every breath controlled. The air was thick with a blend of anticipation and fear, their bodies betraying their tension through beads of sweat. The rustling sounds that periodically emerged from different areas ahead heightened their alertness. Each member knew that understanding and observing the creatures of this forest was crucial for their survival, yet the fear of the unknown loomed large.
Mr. Major's voice broke through the tense silence. Since it was too dark for signing, his voice was tinged with apprehension: "Really, guys, what are we doing? We should turn back now." Despite his words, the group knew that retreating wasn't an option. The sound of water, a promise of a vital resource, beckoned them forward.
The foliage became increasingly dense, a complex maze of vines and bushes. Every brush against the leaves triggered a soft brief, ghostly glimmer, revealing the alien nature of this forest. They found themselves in a natural clearing shaped like a shallow bowl with knee-high grass and glowing bushes scattered throughout. The team used the sparse trees as cover, moving stealthily, eyes and ears strained for any sign of the forest's inhabitants.
Scott, with a keen sense of awareness, abruptly raised his fist, signalling the team to stop in their tracks. They were now tantalizingly close to the source of the glowing light. Upon arrival to the area they heard a splash as the space burst into a green glow. Which startled them.
Hidden somewhere ahead of them was an opened area filled with tall shrubs and grass that grew almost four inches tall, and in it laid a vital clue to this glowing mystery. As they slowly got closer, Scott noticed that the area had a slight slope, and looking at the bushes and grass on either side of him, he noticed that the area also had a slight curve. Just then, they heard the splashing sound again, and all four of them quickly dropped low to the ground. Tobi reaction was slow and he painfully but quietly got to a crouching position. Second after the splashing sound, unexpectedly, a short light drizzle began to cascade around them, its droplets gently tapping against the surrounding flora.
They could not discern if the sound of rainfall was coming from above the canopy or below it, adding to the mystery of the situation. Was it truly raining, or was something else at play here?
The sudden drizzle had transformed the forest into a realm of ghostly luminescence, casting everything in a soft dark green light. But as the team laid low just at the border of the grassy area, something with a quickness rustled among the grass and bushes to close to where they were hiding, and together they all tried to do a hand signal at the same time. As they all quickly dispersed from where they were, none paying attraction to the signal the other gave.
Their hearts pounded in their chests, each thud echoing their heightened state of alertness. The rustling in the tall grass had grown more distinct as they all rushed to different directions. In that moment they forgot about each other a thought the extra rustling were from unknown creatures, a stark reminder of the unseen dangers lurking just beyond their sight.
In this otherworldly setting, the team's senses were amplified to their limits. Then as if it was rehearsed, they all stopped, as the rustling that had been a constant presence suddenly ceased.
Scott's sharp whistle caused everyone and everything to freeze and be on the lookout, plunging the area into a silence that was almost more disconcerting than the noise itself. This abrupt quietude left them with a sense of vulnerability, their ears straining for any hint of movement, their eyes darting to catch any sign of the unknown entity.
The team moved towards the sound of where they heard Scott whistle, each step cautious and deliberate, their bodies tense and ready to react. They were acutely aware of their exposed position as the plants gave off an almost unnoticeable soft glow. Following Scotts whistle lead the team down into the tall grassy bowl. The dense thickets provided some cover, but the knowledge that something had been moving around in the grass and actually moved towards them made things even more unnerving.
It didn't take them long to regroup behind the safety of a thick body of bush; they peered out through an opening they made in the bush into the clearing with a mix of intrigue and apprehension. The source of the splashing noise still remained hidden, adding to the mounting uncertainty. What creature could be sharing this space with them, so close yet unseen? The team's minds raced with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last and each more pointless than the next. They knew nothing of this planet's native animals; if they left it up to their imagination, it would kill them before anything else in the forest. If it had been the wolves, they would have been dead already. And if it was the Spunnies, they probably would also be dead. Why weren't they dead already?
The silence around them was thick, filled with unspoken questions and fears. What had prompted the creature to approach, and what made it suddenly retreat into silence? The unknown nature of their potential adversary left them grappling with the dual instincts of curiosity and the primal urge to flee. In this alien forest, every shadow and sound could be a harbinger of unknown threats, and the team was painfully aware of their precarious situation.
Scanning the dense underbrush, Ben shared with a hint of fear in his voice, "Did you just see and hear that? Something's moving there. I swear I just saw something with green scales. It wasn't just moving but it was splashing. In this low-lit forest with its untimely motion sensory tree leaves, I can hardly make out what is going on; everything is greenish. Shit. The way in which this gas is travelling through my body to my head, I don't know if I'm seeing straight or not. That thing could just be a thick ass vine swinging back and forth; this place messes with my head. We should have avoid this place and risk losing the sound of water.“
Tobi, trying his best to help, struggled only to get two words out, "Wet light."
Timmon interjected sharply, "Shut up, Tobi. We all just need to stay alert and close. We can't afford to lose sight of each other. Ben, keep watching but don't venture out alone. I can still hear the water off in the distance now that we’re this close, but this drizzle is weird. I know it's not coming from the trees. It's coming from within this bowl shaped crater, but I can't even spot the water source from which the splashing sound is coming from.”
Ben: “I can bet you my shoes that Mr Major wants Tobi to go check things out so he can be useful or something, maybe to even be a distraction, and what if its an alien thats causing this to happen.
Mr Major, with his veteran's insight, added, "If there's a predator here, it's already aware of us. Our best defence is to stay together and keep our eyes open for any signs of danger." It's evident that most of you have little to no hunting experience. So far, we've been lucky, with the ever changing forest breeze working in our favour. However, if those creatures responsible for those splashes are indeed predators, they'll likely pick up on our presence the moment we enter their sensory range, be it through sight, sound, smell, or simply their acute awareness of the presence of other lifeforms."
A silence fell but was quickly interrupted by Scott suggestion of a daring plan. As he spoke, his voice hushed but resolute, "Let's find a more open space. Yes, it would be less coverage from whatever might be stalking us, but we'll have a better view of our surroundings, and a better reaction time. I know you guys noticed how fast that thing moved. It’s just a suggestion, but the open space doesn’t have to be on the ground either, some of the low growing trees could be climbed from the outside of the grassy bowl. At ,most if we time it right when the area glows we could at least gain a chance to see whats running around within the grass and whats causing the drizzle and the glowing lights. I’m too afraid to make any big moves when I don't know what aliens are capable of. I think we should shift to a better angle or vantage point. If not us, then it should be me. I can go alone if its to risky. From there, once I get closer, I should have a clearer line of sight at what is moving around within the bowl with us. Once I've determined the nature of the creatures, and gathered some critical data on its movements and size, I’ll whistle again. You guys just need to remain quiet and vigilant. If the native animals are aggressive and move towards me, be on high alert. Keep an ear out for any signs of distress, either from me or, the creature.”
The team nodded in grim agreement, their hearts pounding as they prepared for the impending encounter with the unknown if things don’t go as planned.
Mr. Major acknowledged the plan and said, "Scott, I've been observing you. You don't seem like someone who relish in violence, yet you've done your best to provide above-average backup, almost as if you've had a taste for the hunt.” Slightly breathing of he continued. “What I'm getting at is, I want you to take this braided stone hammer I've made. It's a weapon, and it's effective for a first-strike attack. It's basically a rope with a stone, so it leaves a lot of openings during combat, but If and when you do decide to use it, just know that I'll step in to back you up no matter how far you are from me, I’ll come over to back you up.”
Scott, accepting the weapon with a nod, replied, "Understood and Thanks a bunch. I'll use it only if necessary. Our goal is to avoid confrontation. If it can’t be avoided,, then I’ll show them the entrance to hell.”
Ben, ever the complainer, mockingly repeated, "Thanks a bunch," adding in irritation, "Why don't you hush, Scott? You're such a munch! And why wasn't I offered a weapon, Mr Major? I'm a biologist, not a ninja warrior. I need some kind of weapon or equipment to protect myself and my mind. Let me get one of those other pieces of sticks on your person. The way you wrapped your stick, made your stick look like a weapon I would buy from a tribes man of old. I want that. Gimme one.”
Mr Major, trying to boost morale, reassured Ben, "Your sharp eyes and quick thinking are as good as any weapon, Ben. Stay focused and help us spot any dangers. Its clear that you eyes are quick. You’re the first to spot something in this low light. I can’t have you getting distracted by a weapon.”
Scott: "We need to rely on each other. Stay close, move quietly, and remember, our priority is to locate the water source, and to see whats causing the glow, not to engage with unknown threats."
Mr. Major, with a nod of agreement, concluded, "Right. Let's proceed with caution. We're not just dealing with an alien environment, but potentially alien creatures. Stay sharp.”
Ben: "Welp, exploring an alien forest... definitely not what I had in mind for an adventure. Let's just hope we don't become part of the local food chain.”
Mr Major: “Didn't you say that you taste good? Just so you know, most intelligent animals usually attack the face, neck, leg and dick of their prey.”
Ben: “My shit is too big to fuck with. They will have to go attack my neck if they don't want to choke.”
Mr Major: Why are you like this man? Why are you so vulgar? Did a bunch of cougars touch you as a kid?
Ben: Sadly, no. I was an untouched virgin till I met my wife.
Before Ben could finish, Scott, with a soft, stern voice, cut him off, saying, “Shhhh! What the actual fuck!" But his voice wasn’t low enough to be ignored. `
The creature or creatures that were hidden around in the tall grass shifted quietly, aware that they weren’t alone, and were now on full alert. Scotts simple mistake gave away their location, and the team was currently unaware of the change.
In that same moment they heard rustling followed by splashing sounds and a light drizzle.
Ben grabbing on to Mr Majors arm tried his best to whisper. “Hey, Hey, Hey. What was that? Don’t tell me that thing is coming. Gimme a weapon. I can multitask. I’m smart remember.”
Mr Major: “No! You got me in trouble with the team and now my cool experienced, energy and demeanour is broken. Now I’m just like you and Tobi.”
As the drizzle fell, their surrounding lit up, the leaves all around them gave off a warm glowing light but something was a little different than the green glow that drew their attention in the first place. The green glow had more of a bright lime colour to it this time around, and before, it had a rich, dark, warm green-ish colour.
Ignoring the glowing spectacle around them, Scott looked over at Ben and Mr Major, trying his best to contain his frustration. “Can you guys hush? Shit! I can't believe this. Ben maybe, but you Mr Major? I didn't see this coming. Stop pussying around. This rain is unnatural and something is causing it around here. We need to find it before it finds us. I’m about to go risk my life for humanity. Take this seriously. Especially you Mr Major, you should know better. I really want to go back home to see my family, so I need your help. Stop messing around until we are out of danger at least. Let me scout the area. When I find what is causing the splashing noise I’ll give the whistle signal. And you guys come to me. Please do not forget.”
His words carried a stern yet compelling tone, emphasizing the seriousness of their situation.
As the drizzle fell on their heads, Mr Major shamefully replied; “Wow, getting lectured by the immature bunch. I need to take a page from Timmon's book and keep quiet and focused.”
Ben added sarcastically, "Oh look, the fool wants us to wise up. Scott you want to scout alone thats basically preparing to die. Smart or dumb, it's going to be difficult for you to do this alone. Not that I care about you or anything like that, but be need to stick together. We are like deaf people who are walking in between heavy traffic. We have no idea of the danger and noise around. All this marvellous glowing and sounds could be natures warning system and yet you want to search this area on your solo dolo?
We will never get the upper hand if we go searching for the danger unprepared. I think it's a bad idea to get closer to where the glowing light is brightest. We should leave this area like Mr Major alluded to and go find the water asap. I’m not gonna lie, I’m also curious about the native alien animals but we have a dying man with us, people are depending on us, and I need a wash with a side of drinking water. I can't be here and pretend this is some novel shit, and call upon my demons. If it were, then my novel story wouldn't be named horrors of survival, it would be called get to the fucking water source and then back to the others, Asap. We really need to get back to the settlement, I need .... Never mind. All I can say is that the holes, and gaps that are within and between the surrounding trees, and rocks are looking more real by the second. Not even the day. I need to be in something or, at most, have something in me."