This week with Arlene and Jeff:
The Prison Planet
...Fatigue and a full belly made Morales lethargic. He knew he was going to have to figure out how to preserve food, but for the immediate future, he had to secure his cave for the night. He vaguely remembered something from a movie about animals being afraid of fire. He fervently hoped that was true. Regardless, he was going to try to keep a fire going all night in the entrance of his cave. Now he needed to get enough wood to accomplish that, and he had no real idea how much it would take. Oh well, I'll gather as much as I can before dark - and hope.
For the next hour, he scoured the hillside and dragged downed limbs near the front of his cave, stacking them in a rough pile near the entrance. Double bladed axe in hand, he hurried to a thicket of small trees to cut several poles, their diameters roughly the size of his forearm and a little longer than the entrance was wide - at least he hoped they were, he hadn't had anything to measure with, or if he did, he didn't have time to find it in the case. After stripping the limbs off, he dragged the poles back to the cave. Between dragging all the deadwood, then the poles, he was so tired he was trembling, but he still had to get a lot more done before full darkness...
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...Time drifted slowly onward. A couple of hours later, a burst of nearby thunder caused him to jerk awake. "Shit! I can't believe I went to sleep," he grumbled to himself as he came to his feet. Taking a drink of water, he longed for coffee. I wonder if there's anything like coffee beans on this planet. Dammit, I already miss coffee. How in the fuck am I going to stay awake? I've got to sleep some time. Should I try sleeping in the daytime? Don't large animals prowl at night? Shit, I don't know anything about the woods or forest or whatever the fuck you call it. I used to make fun of country hicks, but a fucking country hick would know woodlore. Shit, I'm going to get my ass dead before I can learn enough to not get killed...
Have a goodun;