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Chapter 3: Welcome to Death City, Nevada: Episode 1 (City Limits)

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"speech"/ 'thought'/ Journal

PRESENT DAY

"Ow, ow ow ow ow ow ow ow, owwwwww. OWWWWWW!" Diaz Screamed. "Crap, this landing freaking hurts like a bitch!"

"Why the hell does life freaking hate me damn it!" Diaz continued to rant about his bruised and battered state for around what felt like an hour.

Eventually his pain subsided or he just couldn't feel/ didn't care about it anymore.

What really mattered at this point was where in the world he was, because if it was one thing he could tell at least, he wasn't in the golden state of California anymore.

In fact, from what he could see it was night.

"Damn, that is not something you see every day, a moon with a face." Diaz pinches himself.

"No, I'm awake alright. Well that's just great I'm in the middle of nowhere, the crescent moon has a face, and I'm hungry, At least my Ipod's okay." He thought to himself out loud.

(Play Hurt by Johnny Cash)

'okay maybe I can get a fire lit there are plenty of dried out tree branches on the ground since I'm in the middle of a forest.' Diaz began scavenging the area for anything he could use to make a basic campfire for the night

1 HOUR LATER

"Okay, that should be enough kindling to light up a decent fire, now for the barrier rocks."

After collecting and placing all the Rocks, Diaz began trying to figure out how to light his fire pit.

"Blade against the rock should do it." Diaz mumbled as he scratched a rock against the knife he kept in his backpack.

"Good, at least I've got a decent fire for the night."

'Better write this down in case anyone stumbles across me or if I need reflect on what happened later.' With that thought on his mind he searched his Backpack for a journal he usually kept in there for when he had a rough day of school or needed to vent without being listened in on.

After a few minutes of searching he found a small black book, a pencil and a sharpener.

Journal entry 1: day 1 of being lost

I find myself wondering just what I'm going to do about getting home.

My family must be going nuts about where I am and I know there will be hell to pay if and when I get back.

Especially when dad finds the house wrecked and some of his favorite guns missing and since that giant snake disappeared I'd have no evidence to prove my innocence to dad.

He's going to kill me when I get back.

I'll be lucky if he doesn't ban me from fun for weeks.

Well since I'm writing this all down at least I'll have some story to tell if and when I ever see my friends again.

All I can do at this point is try to find out where I am, after that I'll try to hitchhike home, hopefully that goes off without a hitch. he wrote as he giggled to himself.

He stopped writing and put away his journal for later use.

"Time to get some shut eye" Diaz grumbled to himself

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The next morning Diaz woke at the crack of sunrise he discovered that his fire had gone out on its own and he was lucky that he had his Fatigues insulated by a decent guy who ran a survival gear shop.

"Well first light, eh. Better get started walking but first I should try some hunting for breakfast."

He tallied his current ammo stock, and found he had more than enough ammunition for his hunt, as well as self-defense.

'Okay, time to see what I can find to hunt.' He thought coolly

After approximately 20minutes he encountered a small herd of deer. The animals were none the wiser about the newest predator in their forest. Diaz didn't have that much experience as a hunter but he knew enough to avoid allowing his scent to be caught or steps to be heard.

'sorry about this big boy but a guy has got to eat.'

On that note, he took aim the nearest deer with his AR-15, steadied his aim as best he could and fired. The Rifle's pop and crack would alert all the other prey in the immediate area as well as any other predators, or people in the surrounding area.

The deer hit the ground and Diaz examined his first kill.

'The old man would be proud.'

After gutting and cooking the creatures remains Diaz pondered what his family must be doing now.

His mother was probably worried sick or furious, or both.

His dad was probably doing his best to calm himself down after hearing his wife rave and rant about their son disappearing, while cursing at himself for not being home in time to either save him or punish him.

His brother and sister were probably calling his friends and driving around the valley looking for him.

'no use wondering about the what ifs.' He thought solemnly

"All I can do is try to keep my strength up and find my way back. Otherwise, I'll drive myself insane freaking out about them. Then I won't even be able to tell anyone anything about what happened." He thought aloud with determination.

"well looks like the sun has a funny face too." he chuckled

-END CHAPTER-