Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170523184615/@comment-32404158-20170627221859

Well. The foods gone. I don't even know what took it, I don't recognize the tracks. I picked up my canteen and slid the remaining hatchets into my belt. I grabbed my pack from where I'd left it, and tightened the straps. Bush camo time.

Using small leafy twigs and ferns, I made a ghillie suit by covering everything with foliage. Stealthily, I made my way to about a hundred yards from camp and hunkered down for the remainder of the night. I toyed with the notion of putting an axe in Lance's head, but I don't want any more enemies than I need. And the others would kill me.