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Marjorie told me I should start journaling. My hands have finally stopped shaking and the pain in my leg is gone, which might not be a good thing. What better time than now? She said I should write down my objectives. I think she meant things like, "Talk to people more" or "Eat one meal a day", but for now mine are:
-Find sticks to make a fire for the night
-Find some kind of food
-Make a shelter
That'll make waiting for help a bit easier. Can't wait to tell Martin about this one.
Found an old farmhouse. Looks like whoever was living here left in a hurry. There was some fish in the fridge, but it's a bit rank—maybe I'll eat it if help takes a while. Why let it go to waste? It's busy season right now, so they might not even get here 'till tomorrow. Figures. Maybe I should've stuck to the crash site, but it's warm in here and I'm not too far. They'll find me.
Saw some wolves just outside. Almost thought one was coming for me, but it was more interested in the rabbit a few feet away. Got real close, though. Closer than I've ever seen a wolf in real life. Homeowner must've been feeding the damn things. Ah, well.
There was a gun inside, in the bedroom. Just forgotten about. Box of ammo in the supply closet, too. Farmer must've 'really" been in a hurry. Looks like a nice one. Too bad I can't keep it.