erself to ignore the desperate cries that the wind carried acros

rift and focused on the translucent

ible surface. Most of the functions were grayed ou

submenu, she found an i

squares expanded in front of her, a semi-transparent overlay

preserved by the system and una

She looked at her heavy hiking pack. Without hesitation, she took out the first‑aid kit and tried to "push" it to

little faster. Sh

erialized in her hands, its wei

ssive amounts of supplies without being enc

he first-aid kit, and half of her energy bars. The redu

t waste another second. The dying screams behin

-lighter pack. Her fingers, stiff and clumsy

of her pack, and began the lon

rough thick, freezing mud. It took her nearly thirty minutes to reach the

d ancient, their trunks coa

t in diameter and braced her

he profound silence of the wasteland. The saw's teeth bit i

groaned and crashed to the gro

g the fallen tree into a clearing. The weight was immense, far more than she could manage for any

to cut the trunk into several

e first log and focused on he

d. Beneath the icon, a new line

rted to Wood. Estimate

le touched

ll a tree, cut it into logs, store the logs. The physical strain was still imm

insaw died. She swapped it f

led [Total Players] was steadily t

expression unreadable,

the approach of night, she stored her tools and

art her first fire. The flames caught, a brilliant splash of orange an