"That's as good a place as any" thinks Cheryl as she starts off west, in the direction
of the mountains.
She kicks away some stone pebbles, and hopes that there is some sign of civilization
when she reaches the mountains.
...
The sun has set, and darkness approaches. Although Cheryl is most certainly late for
her boyfriend's party, there are more pressing matters at the moment. Cheryl has
finally reached the mountains, but has found that there is no sign of civilization or
even a hint of a road nearby.
"Damn. How am I going to get home now?' ponders Cheryl.
To make matters worse, it's beginning to grow dark rather quickly. A small hint of a
wolf's howl in the distance, is enough to make Cheryl shiver.
"Hm, I better make a fire." thinks Cheryl as she begins to gather up some drywood
in the dwindling sunlight.
A few moments later, a small fire is burning at the foot of a mountain, and Cheryl
is now warm. No longer in danger of stumbling blindly in the darkness or being
eaten by wolves, Cheryl has time to think of all that's happened to her and how
she is going to get out of this mess.
After awhile, Cheryl's eyes grow sleepy and she curls up next to the fire. Her eyes,
watching the dancing flame, lulling her to sleep.
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