Day Six.
[entry lost]

Day Seven.
[entry lost]

Day Eight.
[partial entry lost] smeared with a sticky red substance. I’ve been forced to eat what I can scavenge in the surrounding woods. My discovery to the north makes me hesitant to search much farther. The makeshift weapons I fashioned from the ship’s wreckage do little to assuage my fears.

Day Nine.
Nothing prepares you for the shift in weather here. There is no pattern insofar as I can tell. It’s as if the days are seasons unto themselves. If “they” don’t get me, the elements certainly will. My strength ebbs. I don’t know…No, that’s a thought for another time.

Day Ten.
Aeris walked into camp today! I nearly cried to see him. How long has it been? Aeris had some very good suggestions for salvaging the ship. I could have kissed the man. We shared a hot meal and talked long into the night. It’s good to have some company at last.

Day Eleven.
I just read last night’s entry. God help me. Aeris has been dead for years. God help me.
Everything moves.