It's small and ugly, but it's a place to hide.
Now that I finished making a house and even melting down sand to make windows, I feel so much more alive. I feel truly independent, more manly I guess. Now that I have a house, I need a pet.
I call him bacon. He was delicious.
I don't know what to do from here. I've given up hope for rescue, I haven't seen any signs of any other people here. No plains, no boats, no lights at night. I'm still trying to follow my survival training and stay put. Though, I think my house makes me better then the guy on TV who takes any chance to drink his own urine. Luckily I don't have to do that, there's a fresh water spring not far from here.