The start of the breaking point

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I look out as we make our way up the hill to the second base camp and find it demolished. I loom at my partner and sigh. "Well we need to move fast to the third camp it's about 5 miles away we should be able to make it." I smile lightly as I move on.

We make it to camp around 6:30. I noticed that know one was out. As we walked into camp I looked around and I heard my partner scream my name as I heard nothing afterwords. I started to run and I looked back slightly and saw him on the ground torn in half. My stomach turned and I ran faster.

November 18

I made it to the third base camp. Michigan went down. He was killed yesterday the seventeenth. He was torn in half by an unknown enemy. Hopefully I will be able to finish the mission on my own. I have to make it to one last base camp before nightfall. Hopefully I make it, so then I can be able to come back and make sure no one makes fun of Alberta ever again. Because they'll have to deal with me.

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