I searched more houses in the country, but only one had good supplies. I also found a hatchet but no other weapons, so far I have only had to "take out" one of them, and that is fine by me I try to avoid them. Lately they have been very active though, winter is coming soon so I hope that helps, but that's all I have left. TWO MONTHS LATER...
"Man I'm so cccold." I told Thomas the one survivor I found, he was the same age as me, nineteen. "I know man, we just need to hope for the best." "All we ever do is hope! I yelled. "Whoa, man cool down!" He retaliated. "Look, I'm sorry it's just I wish this would end." "Doesnt any survivor wish that?" He said. "Yeah, I guess." I replied. "I hope this log cabin holds." I told Thomas. "I do too, I do too." He agreed. Fortunately I was right, the cold weather did make them less active, but it didn't make them stop."I'm going put more wood in the fire" "Okay, thanks." Thomas said. We then heard a knock on the door...
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How to Survive
Ficção AdolescenteIt was one year ago everything went downhill, this is the story of how Lance has been making do.
