Chapter IV

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Having narrowly escaped certain death, DJ put Jay, now unconscious, on her back and began trudging the 20 miles back to camp. "Shit, typical of him to make me save his ass," she mumbled. Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, it began to rain. As she passed familiar buildings and signs, DJ felt depressed. She recalled the distant memories of her childhood here: the bliss of those long, hot summers, being snuggled inside her warm home nestled on the fringes of civilization, with her family during frigid winters. The horrors of the desolation of her comfortable flashed in her mind violently, then faded away, like an ominous fall fog.

When she decided to take refuge in an uninhabited gas station for the night, the slow, gentle rain developed into a full on downpour. Once inside, she set Jay down behind the counter and began making preparations for the night.

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