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Well I guess I'll post it... I'm just sort of self conscious with my writing, but I'll do it. I'll try to get the first part up tomorrow.

I said I was going to do this and then didn't, so I'll do it now. Hopefully the formatting holds...

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ONE, MAR

I slip out of my tent just before dawn and inhale deeply, breathing in the cool morning air. I shrug on my jacket and walk toward the edge of the camp. Just as I am about to disappear into the woods I hear a voice call my name.

"Mar! Wait up!" It says. I turn and wait for my second, Chris, to catch up with me. I turn as he reaches my side and we walk into the woods together.

"So," I say. "You wanted something?" I peer at him through the corner of my eye, watching his expression.

"Yes, ma'am. It has recently come to my attention that we are rather low on recruits lately." I hear a shred of doubt in his voice and he begins to fidget with his hands.

"And you think that's bad?" I ask skeptically.

"You don't, ma'am?" He looks very nervous as I round on him and begin to almost shout.

"Of course I don't think that's bad! Why would that be bad?!?" I've given up on trying to restrain my anger at his stupidity. "We have limited supplies, Chris, barely enough to feed the amount of people we have, and you want to go around looking for more to just eat our food and waste our time taking care of!?" I feel the sudden strong urge to slap him.

"Well, ma'am, it's just that if we had more people we could use them to gather more supplies." He says, his eyes downcast and his cheeks red.

"And how productive do you think these new recruits will be? Because to the best of my knowledge they will consume more supplies than they will bring back." I turn and begin to walk again, storming through the woods. "Go back to camp!" I snap when I hear him begin to follow me. "Leave me alone."

I can almost picture him hanging his head as he mutters a "Yes ma'am" and starts to head back. I quicken my pace until I am running through the woods, weaving between the trees. My goal is to make it to the desert before the sun is all the way risen. I can just see it’s yellow sands when my foot catches on something. I fall to the ground, possibly twisting my ankle and landing on my bad leg. I hiss at the pain and look around for what I tripped on. For a moment I see nothing, then the first ray of sunlight slices through the trees and glints off the corner of a rusty sheet of metal in the ground. One of the corners is bent and turned up. So that's what I tripped on. I wonder what it's for....

I hear rustling in the distance and the sound of approaching footsteps. I reach for my revolver, but find that it's not at my side. I must have forgotten it when I left the camp. I curse myself and instead summon all my energy, waiting for whoever - whatever - it is to reveal itself. 

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