I stole a few nut-like fruit from a squirrel-like creature. I actually tried to hunt it down, but my strength is weak and I have nothing to throw at it. Tried with a couple of stones, but my aim was way off.

I’m still feeling hungry, but somehow my spirit is no longer defeated. There’s something about this place, the lively nature or the noises of the forest, but I feel watched. While normally this would frighten me, the fact that I’m not alone is so comforting… even if they are enemies and even if they are watching me just to hunt me down, I would give anything for the chance to see some other sentient creature before I die…

Day 8.

Things are becoming more alive as I walk. I found a few flowers this morning, and the soil is moist and the plants seem more green than I have seen in many… many weeks. I found some fruits that were similar to the strawberries back home. Sure tasted weird, but finding and eating them was such a big spirit boost that I started running in the grass.

While digging for some roots this evening, trying to find something that could keep my famine away for a few days as I wonder in the desert, I found a peculiar rock, sharpened and with something that looked like an insignia on one side. I am pretty sure that there is sentient live on my new home.

Day 6.

I got to a lake today. It’s frozen and drinking from it means I have to melt each drop of ice I can scrub. The cold water gave me the chills and a new found force to carry on. This planet seems more alive with each passing moment. It’s like, it’s helping me to get somewhere… I just don’t know where yet.

I am sure now that the planet rotations are faster than at home. There is no way night could follow so fast after day. Unless time somehow moves faster than me. I woke up from being fainted many a time, so my clock isn’t exactly top shape. All my gadgets stopped working when the ship crashed but I feel the need to leave some kind of message for being here. Some kind of mark.

All I can do now is scribble on the ground, letters, faces, just to remind me what I once was… It’s been helping to keep my own track of time, ever since I started it.

Day 5.

I walked for countless hours, days… I don’t even know. Hope is slowly leaving my body as I drag my feet across the wasteland. Somehow, I feel that I am closing in to some structure, or it may be just my mind.

I found a small patch of blue grass. Nothing tasted better in my entire life. I wonder… could I have been wrong about all this? Could there be life here somewhere?

Day 2?

My name? I have forgotten it…

There’s very little I remember before the crash. My ship… it’s just a pile of rubble now. I’ve come to get acquainted with my new home planet, the one I’m calling Blue Stone. It’s been weeks since I’ve had anything else to eat other than roots of trees dead long ago.

I find it more and more difficult to survive next to the remains of my ship. I am confident now that no one will come to my rescue. It’s hard to believe that this planet can pass for a M-Class Planet, but I guess the sensors of my ship were already down. I have nothing left but to move out into the desert and search for some sort of means to survive.

Day 1.