When she finally came to, it was morning. She felt more energized and refreshed than since she could remember. She remembered fainting at the river, how did she get back to her shelter?
As she started to make her way out of the lean-to she stepped on something. Bending down to pick it up she saw that it was a folded peice of paper. She unfolded it and began to read it. [Those berries that you pigged out on last were poisonous, if you hadn't already noticed. There are a few edible plants that grow around here. I have sketched pictures of them below, with a caption describing how to eat them. Your welcome.
~Your savior.]
For some reason the letter annoyed her, but she was thankful for the information. The drawings displayed plants that she had never seen before, but with the intricately drawn details she felt for sure she would be able to identify them in the forest.
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Three hours later she had a bountiful harvest of wild vegetables and fruits. 'Should I make the vegtables into a stew?' She thought. But what should I put it in? She looked around, then suddenly she got an idea. 'I can make a pot by using clay! I've seen them do it in the movies. I just mold it into a pot shape using clay or mud and let it dry in the sun, right?'
Unfortunately, that idea crashed and burned when it finally dried early that evening. She excitedly went to pick it up when it crumbled out of her hands and into dust. Depressed, she sat by her fire and ate raw fruit instead. Then fell asleep with a stomach as full as one's can get surviving off of fruit. Thus, she ended up wasting the whole day she could have spent working on getting out of the woods, trying to make a pot.
When she woke up the following morning she immediately started to pack up her things, including her sharp rock, and her fruits and veggies into a bag she weaved out of long grass she found by the stream (a trick taught by her father). She was tired of living as a vegetarian and wanted to get some meat. So she had more motivation than ever to get back home. Her other motivation, was her father.
Unless the police had already found him, he was still rotting inside his bedroom. She clenched her fists thinking of person who killed her father. Though their identity wasn't known to her, she swears that she will catch them and make them pay. Hopefully the police will have caught the culprit before she could get to them so she wouldn't have to serve a life sentence for murder. Or attempted murder. She wasn't very confident in her murdering skills.
The more she though t about what happened after her accident the more it confuses her. She knew she got hit by a truck. She even thought she had died! But she ended up in a forest god knows where with not a single injury. Could it be .... that she was in a coma and this was a dream? That was the most realistic explanation she had, but... It doesn't explain why she could feel dizziness, and pain. Why she could feel the cold water from the stream against her skin as she cleaned herself one last time before leaving her campsite to look for civilization. Eventually her brain started to hurt from just thinking about it, and she started her way north, once again.
Finally, after trudging through the woods and only stopping for an occasional meal, a few hours hours of sleep, or a quick drink out of a stream, she arrived at a small dirt road. She found that where she was on the road was situated upon a hill so she could see a small town that seemed just a mile or two away, from her view point.
As happy as she was about finding civilization, something troubled her about the town as she looked down on it. The houses were all a strange triangular shape, a shape similar to the lean-to she had built previously with the left side long and slanting and the other straighter. Brushing this off as weird custom, she started onto the dirt road.