over to it, exploring the area. We could chop down the trees, turn the shack into a house. We could start farming over there, build a barn, have some pigs, sheep, a horse or two, maybe. Start figuring out what we can use to insulate ourselves, since we don’t know how cold it gets at night, how cold the winters are, if there are winters, if this is winter, start marking down the days, so we can tell how long we’ve been here.
Put everyone to work, some people with the animals, some people farming, someone cooking….we just need seeds or a pig or sheep, things we don’t have. Without them we’ll starve. I look around frantically. We need water before food. There’s none as far as I can see. I spin around, scanning everywhere. Five blue barrels in the meadow.
I walk towards them, putting my mental efforts into planning, to avoid the terror and panic that happened when I realized I had no control over the situation. The barrel tops are smooth, with no easy way to open them. I walk around the barrels, pretending not to notice the giant concrete doors set into the ground.