C R I M S O N P A C K C A M P
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[ 8:00 PM ]
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D A N A’ S P O V
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I've managed to trudge through the very thick woods of craven Forest. I moved through the woods slowly, but steadily and even as I didn't reach the camp as fast as I had thought, I'm still here, staring at the camp from afar. . .
And just when I begin to think I've done it, walking towards the camp, I begin to feel the pressure. The burn from the bullet is persistent, and I believe that it won't stop until the bullet gets out somehow.
I walk, reducing my pace as I can barely hold myself up on my legs. I see Varia parading, making sure to keep watch over our territory like she always does and I yell out her name.
She can't see me yet
