Flicking through the book, with the light flickering overhead, Tom saw nothing. He gave up and went for a shower. He washed himself and afterwards decided to cut his long,black fringe. Living in isolation for 7 months hadn’t been easy but Tom adapted to life in the forest. He had found an abandoned cabin with running water. After his shower he went to check on his traps. Nothing. Tom’s stomach rumbled as he trudged back towards the cabin. Suddenly he saw a duck with eggs. He rushed over and grabbed the duck and looked down on it. He was eating tonight.