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𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 ❞
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴀᴜʀᴏʀᴀ ɢʀɪᴍᴇs,
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( 𝘎𝘶𝘵𝘴 / 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦 )
My hands moved in the ground. I could see the dirt slowly crawling into my fingernails and cover the palms of my hands. I never minded getting dirty. But the process was slowly making me miss the lifestyle I had so taken for granted. My hands eventually found some roots which I pulled with little force.
My head turned to where Amy was stood holding a small metal dish filled with the sorts of mushrooms and roots we had found. I stood up on my feet, brushing the dirt from my empty hand on my pants, and placed the roots in the dish. Amy gave a grin at the newest addition and placed what I'm assuming to be some small size mushrooms in.
We had some foods. Mostly just cans that people either already had with them or we had gotten on the runs. But in order to save as much as possible and make it stretch we had to go back to the ways of hunting and gathering. That was one of my jobs. I would sometimes go into the nearby bushes looking for anything that may look edible. Amy and I would mostly find either small size mushrooms or wild roots. One time we found a small berry patch that made for a nice treat. They were red and juicy and the first sweet thing I had in weeks.
"Well looks like we got ourselves a nice bounty." Amy's positive voice said smiling at the dish. I had to resist the urge to point out that there was barely anything in there but I just settled for a nod. It wasn't bad, it just could have been better.
My eyes drifted into the wooden forest in front of us. If we were just allowed to go more further in then maybe I could pick some decent stuff. Maybe even find another berry bush. But mom had strictly forbid me from going anywhere outside of camp. Expect to the quarry but only if the other women were going to be there.
We walked back towards the middle of our camp to where mom was sat by the fireplace on a pair of tires stacked on top of each other. I gave Dale, who sat on top of his white RV holding a pair of binoculars, a small wave in which he returned. Dale placed his binoculars in his lap and did a waving motion seemingly gesturing me over to him.
I found myself confused on why the old man would want me in his presences. We hardly ever spoke since I mostly always kept to myself. I've been told I'm not an overly friendly person. But I found that I liked him. He wasn't overly friendly either. I didn't know much about him but I heard from a few of the survivors here that he was a retired man who had planned to take his wife travelling across the country with the RV that he had just brought. The one we now sat upon.
