Day 1. Panic arises as a time limit has been imposed upon me to keep my shack and myself safe. I gathered as much food and stone as I could. Found the pickaxe. Found the axe. Things are starting to look good.
Day 2. Trees don't grow. Stones are all but gone. I have nothing else to repair my shack. My hope is that my shack will withstand the storm as the day passes.
Day 3. I searched high and low. Found two logs and a stone boulder I missed from my first days of search. But will it be enough to repair my slowly dilapidating shack.
Day 4. There is nothing else to do. I can only wait for my doom.
Day 5. A large storm has come and so is my demise. I shouldn't have been hasty.