"I got some fuses." I said.

"Alright." I said, and looked up. "It's getting close to night. Let's make a camp."

I began to gather sticks. I lit my liter to see what was around me.

I sigh and sit. "Today's been the worst day of all history.." I mutter, wrapping myself in my jacket.

I noticed that there was a jungle as far as I could see, but decided against going into it. It had an eerie feel.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my back as I collapsed to the ground.

"Edward?" I said, glancing back at him. I rushed over. "Edward, you okay?"

I stood and picked up sticks from the wreckage, making a fire. I feel a set of claws scratch me from behind. A bear had clawed me and fled. I stood with less and less mentality. I shook my head and continued picking up stickss.

I tried to get up, no avail. "I'm fine." I said, "Just a little stiff."

"I'll take care of it." I offer.

"Nah, I'm good." I said. I really wasn't, but I didn't want to believe that.

"Alright. I'm going to go comfort everyone." I said, and walked over to the same elderly lady I had helped before.

"No, you're being stubborn. You need help. And if you deny, you can die, is that clear?" I say.

I just laid there. Not in the mood to get up.

(Added an NPC. ^.^)