Lady Luck's smiling on us. I just ran out of green and it's a good thing we've got some red. I haven't had the heart to write in a while, but that's OK. I think we're going to be OK for a while. A few hours ago I found.... in a sense.... an old fishing pole. It's not good for much other than guppies, and it's a long treck to Bass'ken Lake, but at least we have a source of food now. We won't have to go into the city again until the rod brakes (regretably, I don't think that will be such a long time...) but it's something.
I'm hopeful if I can make it up to the lake at least once every three days we'll have enough to eat, and we can always find some use or other for anything inedible we fish out of the lake.
Yes, I think we're having a turn for the best. Finally
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You accidentally stumble upon the entrance to what seems to be a large hole hidden in a big rock. After a closer inspection you see signs of someone living here. A heap of rags in the corner that could be a bed, a crack in the wall with bits of food in it, and a small, beat up looking book bound in brown cloth. You bend down to look at it and realise it's a journal. Out of sheer curiosity you begin flicking through the pages, hoping the person who wrote it won't be coming back anytime soon, you can'y help remembering that old saying.... "Curiosity killed the cat."