Angel Cave, September 2nd 2281
Night
Another skirmish with the friendly neighbors last night, in which I could not participate. Left lying on the tribal stacks of leaf, straw, and leather bed.
Woke up in dark cave, with orange hue of bonfire light dancing around the damp walls. Stalactite and stalagmite decorated the cave along with tribal paintings depicting hunting effort.( Warned you I'm wordy) Familiar alien language buzzed in my ear. A tribal woman ,a familiar figure wearing queer sports hat, and a bandaged figure entered my blurry vision. Thought the slave ghost story actually came to life. (No offense)
Follows- Chalk, Dead Horse scout, the tribe in which I ended up with, had witnessed the slaughter of Happy Trails Caravan. He also saw my fight against the White Legs with only my left hand and a knife. Also saw me jumped off the bridge in order to escape the fine company. He found me limping along the river side before passing out. He brought me all the way into their camp and had me patched up. Last time this happened was when Victor brought me to with two bullets in my head.
While I was lost in Limbo, my savior returned to the caravan and managed to return with leftover loots. One of them was my beloved journal. My other equipment were taken, but eh, I'm glad I got away with my life. Seemed like I always passes out whenever I travel to a new place.
