Charlie’s hut took as much of a beating as the others, but since it was built out of stone, the big bad wolf didn’t blow his house down. That’s what he would have liked, except he was now in the jungle, feeling along trees and fighting the wind that had already took his roof. He saw a figure to the side of him during a flash of lightning, but after that couldn’t see a thing. He tried calling out, but the storm was bad…even worse than usual.<br/><br/>He travelled on faith alone, having walked these jungles the whole time they’d been there, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he broke through the trees and saw the lagoon. From there, he’d get to one of the caves he’d seen earlier. Wind wiped his body from side to side while the water pounded him. Absently, he wondered if this was how a car felt during a carwash.<br/><br/>The cave had a few drawbacks for now. No fire, and no idea if anything else decided to stay there as well, but as he lay shivering on its floor, he figured to live and let live if anything else was there<br/>