Lost in the snow

Brent fucked you two more times before dawn came.

The next day, the journey continues, as you and Brent continue to evade the relentless savages. Lack of food starts to become a problem, and you desperately look for something that can satisfy the growing hunger in your gut. There were no fruits there. No berries. Animals ran away quickly and you had no weapons other than Brent's knife.

You found an old camp in the middle of a forest. Exploring an abandoned camp, you scour the wreckage for any sign of food. Unfortunately, supplies are scarce - nothing but the bleak sight of emptiness and frustration and hard bread and freezed slices of... chicken?

The vandalized and burning tents fill the air with their nauseating stench. The abundantly cold wind whistles through the arched teeth of dead hay and parched bushes. You walk cautiously into an open clearing. Ruins of unlit fires are scattered across the ground, the only witnesses to the meals previously eaten.

Is there anything else besides this empty camp? You cautiously lift a collapsed tent, finding only a dirty blanket. Your hunger continues, causing discomfort and a **** desire to find some food.

However, as Brent examines the wreckage, he makes a surprising discovery: a piece of dragonglass. Excited by the prospect of using it to create a weapon, Brent looked pleased.

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