Head west for the mountains

"That's as good a place as any" thinks Cheryl as she starts off west, in the direction of the mountains.

She kicks away some stone pebbles, and hopes that there is some sign of civilization when she reaches the mountains.

...

The sun has set, and darkness approaches. Although Cheryl is most certainly late for her boyfriend's party, there are more pressing matters at the moment. Cheryl has finally reached the mountains, but has found that there is no sign of civilization oreven a hint of a road nearby.

"Damn. How am I going to get home now?' ponders Cheryl.

To make matters worse, it's beginning to grow dark rather quickly. Suddenly, Cheryl hears a wolf howling in the distance. She looks around apprehensively.

"Hm, I better make a fire." thinks Cheryl as she begins to gather up some drywood in the dwindling sunlight.

A few moments later, a small fire is burning at the foot of a mountain, and Cheryl is now warm. No longer in danger of stumbling blindly in the darkness or being eaten by wolves, Cheryl has time to think of all that's happened to her and how
she is going to get out of this mess.

After awhile, Cheryl's eyes grow sleepy and she curls up next to the fire. Her eyes, watching the dancing flame, lulling her to sleep.