II. A Crack Outside

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I laid at night in my tent where I setup for the night with my dog by my side, when I hear a crack outside. I slowly sit up and pick up my axe and peeked out of the hole of my shelter and looked out, I saw nothing at first and thought I was hearing stuff until I looked to my left and saw a deer eating grass while staring me down. I sat my axe down, laid back down, and closed my eyes...
The morning came, quiet, it was actually a little chilly but it was getting closer to winter or at least I thought it was. It's hard to keep up with days now, I mean after the war there wasn't that much to keep up with. I picked my bag up and started walking and of course Patrick followed close behind. We walked for about two to three hours and found a city called Krona that's probably been looted already but it didn't hurt to search. There wasn't much to do but survive. If you weren't dying of hunger you would be killed by groups of people who only care for their people. Or by animals killing for food and if you were lucky you'd stay alive from them. I guess I was one of the lucky people, well for now.

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