As I approach the entrance to the forest I start to look for an entrance or clearing I could use to traverse the dense sea of trees.

As I walk around the circle of forest searching for an entrance I eventually find one I could fit myself into.

I squeeze myself through the opening and start admiring the beauty of the nature and the tall, dark, and beautiful trees around me . It has been just so much time spent down in that basement where it was so dark and lonely that I forgot what it felt like to bask in the beauty of nature and its creations.

I snap out of my trance when I feel the intense growling of my stomach caused by my lack of food for the last who knows how long accompanied by the burning of my parched throat from lack of water.

I regain my composure and start to continue my search of the forest for food and water. After a bit of walking I get to a place with no clear path through, for the path like way I was walking on is now blocked by sharp bushes of thorns. I contemplate walking back to find another way around but I am close to passing out from hunger and thirst so I decide that I will just have to walk through the thorn bushes and just endure whatever injuries I sustain from them.

I brace myself for the pain and step into them. When I step into them I am hit with a searing pain, like that of getting your leg sliced open, but when I look to see what happened I see that it wasn’t just like getting you leg cut open, it was me getting my leg slashed through by the sharp thorns of the bushes. I steel my nerves, for there will be more like this to come.

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I continue to trudge, step by step, and with each step came another gash in my legs and even worse pain coursing through me. Eventually I make it through the sea of thorn bushes and look down to asses the extent of my injuries. They are bad, really bad, my legs are cut up to the point of being unrecognizable, but as I am despairing over how bad they are something amazing happens.

The condition on my hands and feet start to slowly creep up into the wounds, seemingly regenerating them, in a way. It is disturbing to watch, making me want to vomit but nothing comes out from my empty stomach.

I start to think about the implications of this but my hunger and thirst say otherwise, for past the thorn bushes I had found a river. I run over to the river and get on my knees. I start taking big handfuls of water and dumping the water into my mouth and down my throat. Little by little my thirst is quenched as the water makes my head a tiny bit clearer, but only for a moment as the hunger surfaces and takes control.

I see that there are fish swimming through the river and I walk into the river being careful not to be swept away by the running current and try to grab a fish, and of course I miss it.

“Why did I even think that that was going to work” I mutter under my breath.

I go in for another try at catching fish in the river and once again, I miss.

“I wish I was able to just able to instantly catch the fish because at this rate I’m going to starve to death before I catch anything at all” I whisper to myself.

And not a moment later surprisingly a monstrosity of teeth grows from my hand at a frightening pace and bites into multiple fish catching them for me.

“What in god’s name just happened” I yell out in suprise.

The teeth abomination starts retracting into my hand, bringing me the fish. I start to just accept that stuff like this will happen in my life at this point with all that has happened with me being trapped in a basement for over a decade, being possessed by a otherworldly creature, now this happening.

As I now have my food I go off to gather materials cooking and shelter.