By the time that Jezabel woke up the next morning, it was about mid-morning. Or so Jezabel estimated on the light level.

"It'd be so much easier if I could actually see the sun," she grumped. "Telling time and navigation would he much easier."

The fuzziness that had engulfed her mind the day before seemed to have disappeared allowing her to think more easily. "Need to do better than wandering aimlessly looking for shelter today."

Making her was back towards the creek, she started making plans for the day. "Finding a cave may not be as easy as I thought. I'll settle for a hollowed out tree, but chances of finding one is probably only slightly better," she sighed thinking. "Maybe stay here for a few days and scout around? There's plenty of berry bushes and I could attempt to hunt. I'll need clothes sooner or later, and pelts may be only option I have around here."

Reaching the creek, Jezabel took a good look at her reflection for the first time. Her skin was a light brown, her eyes brown and almond shaped and her hair was black and frizzy, though thankfully short. A nose that looked slightly too big for her angular face and lips almost too small somehow worked together to make a pretty, but not beautiful face. An hourgalss figure, touching thighs and breasts big enough to fill her hands had been making her journey uncomfortable.

Snortlng, Jezabel scooped up some water to drink, "because looks are so important in the middle of bumfuck nowhere."

Scrubbing down after drinking her fill, Jezabel checked out the rashes that had formed on her inner thighs the day before. Rubbing thighs are not fun, she decided. Once again standing, she made her way along the creek, keeping her eyes open for edible plants. After an hour of trudging through the undergrowth, the creek flowed into a larger stream. One large enough to support fish, some of which she could see swimming lazily.

Putting down her haul of edible plants, mostly onion, yams and garlic (her improved Identify skill had allowed her to identify plant which yesterday only came up as "unknown plant"), the woman moved closer to the water and stared. "Perfectly edible food and no way to catch it," she grumbled. "Fuck."

Once again picking up her food, she made her way back to her temporary camp. The problem of catching fish occupied her mind on the walk back. Without a fishing rod or the ability to make one, she was left with only two feasible options. The first was to make herself a spear and try catching them that way, the second was to make some sort of basket to trap them in. Both had their advantages. With a spear she could catch as many as she could hit, but she had to hit them. On the other hand, the basket didn't rely on her aim, just a bit of luck and time. That being said, the basket could fall apart, or the fish could ignore it.

By the time she had made it back to camp, she had decided to try both methods. Stashing her food in the pile of leaves that made up her bed, she went looking for another stick to turn into a spear and a sharp rock. After some searching and nearly an hour of carving, she had a very primitive spear.

Congratulations! You have successfully crafted a Primitive Spear. 10xp.

Weapon Spear Quality Primitive Damage 4 - 7 Crit 1% It's a stick with a sharp, pointy end. Whoever crafted it should be ashamed of its quality.

Jezabel snorted at the message she got when she finished making her spear. "Still better than nothing," she retorted. "It's even better than my long stick, arsehole."

Moving onto her second task, Jezabel started weaving together the fern fronds into a basket. It took her two maybe three hours to work out how to weave them together and not have them fall apart within seconds. By the time she was done it was mid afternoon.

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Congratulations! You have successfully crafted a Primitive Fishing Basket. 10xp.

"Time to go," she said to the trees. "Won't eat much for dinner if I don't catch anything."

Making her way back down the creek towards the stream spear and basket in hand, she cleared the route she was taking of the worst of the sharp sticks and stones making her life a misery. By the time she got to the stream, Jezabel was getting worried about how much time she had before it got dark. Deciding that she was already here, she whould fish for an hour or until she caught something then head back.

Stepping into the water, she sank the basket so that it was on it's sidestepped away from it finding some solid footing and stayed as still as she could. For five minutes she stood there arm up, holding her spear at the ready waiting for the fish to come back. Her arm was starting to tremble by the time a fish swam into range. Aiming as carfully as she could she threw, hitting the fish just infront of its tail. The fish thrashed around causing the spear to wave wildly in all directions, hitting Jezabel in the head when she missed grabbing it with her hands.

You have taken 4 damage.

You are stunned. While you are stunned you are mostly incapacitated. You cannot move easily and only talk falteringly. Complex movement and thought is beyond you while you are stunned.

For the next ten seconds, all Jezabel could do was stand there and try not to fall over. The double vision, dizziness and lack of balance faded over this period enough for Jezabel to make her way slowly to the still moving spear and bleeding fish still attached to the end of it.

Successfully catching the spear this time, Jezabel swung the spear towards the shore, fish flying off the end hitting a tree before landing on the gound.

You have successfully killed a Level 1 Black Speckled Trout. 5xp.

Smiling, Jezabel picked up her prize and was just about to head back to camp when she had a thought.

"Gut them here, no mess back at camp, the other fishies get some food."

Humming happily, Jezabel searched around for a sharp rock. FInding one withing minutes she then laid the fish out on a large flat rock, instinctually knowing how to gut it thanks to her survival skill set. The process was messy and Jezabel managed to cut herself on the rock, but in the end she was very happy with her work. Still humming, Jezabel looked over at the basket, saw that it was still intact and made her way back to camp.

When she finally got back to camp dark was fast approaching, and there where what looked to be a couple of brown and green squirrels raiding her food stock.

"Hey!" she yelled, using identify on them and scooping a rock up off the ground.

Moss Squirrel Level 1 HP 5 Stamina 5 Mana 0 Attack Bite 1 - 2

Claws 1 -2 Crit 2% Special - While mostly harmless, these squirrels tend to fight to defend their food.

Throwing the stone at the distracted squirrels, Jezabel was surprised when it hit one in the head, killing it instantly.

Critical Hit! 6 dmg.

Congratulations! You successfully killed a Level 1 Moss Squirrel. 5xp.

Seeing its partner fall over dead, the other squirrel grabbed the onion that it had been nibbling on and ran.

"Motherfucker!" Jezabel yelled after the squirrel.

Quickly setting up a fire pit, then spending nearly an hour and the rest of the sunlight, to light it, Jezabel spitted the fish over the fire to cook. Forcing some of the onions and yams she picked up earlier onto another stick, she placed them next to the fish. Having set up dinner to cook, she turned her attention to the dead squirrel. Picking it up by its tail she looked closely at the animal. It was definitely a squirrel, just with some green fur. Quite plump too. Dinner tomorrow, Jezabel decided.

After burying the squirrel, Jezabel sat next to her fire and waited for dinner.