Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-26510374-20170906041246

I had horrible dreams of my family rejecting me and Buggy burning in last night's fire.

When I awoke, I swallowed my sobs and gathered supplies for the journey around the zones.

I grabbed some old cloth scraps and a needle from a tiny kindle box I had smuggled into the Games, which I had stowed in the side of my mouth and then deposited into the broken bag.

I hadn't even thought when doing so. I had completely forgotten about the box. But today when I took breaks I would start to sew a new little doll to keep me company.

I decided to tightly wrap up my remaining things I wasn't bringing and bury them deeply into a spot I would remember.

And with that taken care of, I set off.