Abram's eyes widened with fear when he heard the gong, and rn towards to cornucopia, grabbing a bow and arrows, a water canister with iodine, box of matches, a basket of fruit, and a rope. He got a tighter grip on the items and ran off into the thick forest. He saw several people fall, wanting to help them up, but didn't bother. He stood in a clearing, his eyes adjusting to the light. He shook his head, his hair too, shaking. Abram walked into another group of trees, and sat down, setting his things on the ground, and grabbed the rope, wanting to make a hammock. "Hmm..." he mumbled, and started making loops, and grabbing ends, pulling them through. "This is looking right..." Abram said, and continued. The time passed fast, and before he knew it, it was dark and the hammock was done. Abram stood up and stretched, then tied each end to a tree, both of which paralel to each other. He grabbed his things and plopped down, his arms full, oto the bed and fell asleep