☆CHUNANY☆ ✔️COMPLETED

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               《Chapter 26》

             《Chunany's pov》

   After taking care of Raquema, I tied the ropes around as many trees as I could, as the place grew dark she begins to cry, the sound seemed extra loud in the quietness of the surrounding forest. I made my way over to her and switch on the light and turning down the brightness I hung it in the ceiling of the tent. The warmness of the tent made it hard for me to go back out into the cold to finish tying the ropes around the tress, but I did and after that I washed her bottles and the dishes then prepared for the night. I checked to see if the light shone outside the thick canvas of the tent and it didn't, I use tools from the tool box to take off the latch and fit one on the inside and after taking care of my hygiene I went to sleep.

  I woke early and walked down to the spring with the bucket, igloo and fishing line. It would be smart to have extra food. I filled the bucket with water and put it aside, then I took a bait from the small can I had found with the fishing rods and hooked it to the end of the line. I cast the line, then lift the binoculars hanging around my neck to my eyes and scanned the area, the line jerked nearly causing me to drop the rod from my hand, I gripped at it quickly and reel it in.

  A big fish hung on it and I dropped him into the igloo securing it, after a few more successful catch, I scaled cleaned and gutted them and timing my baby to wake up, I took up everything and mounted back the hill pausing ever si often to shift the weight of my loads. The igloo had a socket on it and I planned to check it out.

  Tying Raquema on my back, we ventured back to the old hunting hut, where I found an old concrete outhouse and wondered if it could still be in use. The hut had an underground and I thought about checking it out when I felt brave enough to. That evening I fashioned another canvas to be an outside bathroom and took a good bath with heated water and after eating I took the journal and read for a while. The journal held the same hand writing and dated back before Sammo died, it told of Tundra's daily activities and of their lengthy excursions.

  He worked as an engineer on ships, complained about way below wages and the free time Sammo had, he sounded very bitter through the pages and wrote of his mother's departure. He was angry at her, at Sammo and very angry at the Alders. I sighed and turned another page, Raquema climbed on me and I lift her unto my lap, birds whistle across the skies and the sound of thunder echoed. Putting the journal down I see that it was getting dark, after sorting out my baby, I lay beside her and continued to read.

   I miss my brother and I vowed to avenge him at all cost. Imagine him dying at the hands of a woman and his stupid weak ass rapist friends he had with him are a worthless set of animals..
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Where was mama in all this? No one can give me a proper answer, I am going to kill everyone over on that side who are working with the Alders. For far too long the Alders act as if they were immortal, I hate them all especially the inhumane laws that they have bounding rhe people.

  My eyes were tired and I wanted to wake early in the morning, I marked the page and closed the journal. I dimmed the light lower, then went to look outside, the moonlight hardly penetrated through the trees from above. The forest around me was quiet other than an occasional far off mooing of a moose.

  The next morning I scanned the area thoroughly before heading out, I gathered some of the rotting woods to make fire, a fire to ward off foxes if they came near. I then stringed some more rope closely tying the trees together, preventing animals from coming through. Then I went to the spring one hand held the gun and the other carried the bucket of water, after a few trips the basin was filled with water.