As soon as night hit I picked up a backpack, a Beretta M9 Pistol, some torches, a lighter, a jug of water, and some buttered bread. I cautiously crept out the door making sure I didn't wake my friend. I jogged towards the direction of the forest. I had learned a neat trick to undo the things I have turned to stone. I call it Swylumex/resibmieyshion. I ran into the forest as a group of hunters came out and in a panic attack them. After beating the unconscious I fell to the floor and blacked out.
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