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Four days have gone by, four days of putting up with Dusty, four days of Roses episodes. Four days since my last entry. Allow me explain.
After the night of listening to Dustys fake crap, I was the first to awaken, the sun was just about to rise up. I've been without my axe for a while, and I'm so used to carrying one around. Our axes also establish our illager ranks. Vindicators in fourth place, which is a good thing. I'm proud to be a Vindicator. I decided to go outside and find some materials to make myself an axe. I managed to find some sticks and iron from one of the chests that I took from the bunker. As I crafted myself one, Dusty came out with his rants. Thinking I'm gonna chop him and Rose to pieces. Him, yes. Rose, no. He was about to ask me why I was with Rose. He never finished the question, and I never answered. Suddenly, we felt something. For a brief moment I was dizzy, and felt a wave of quakes in my body. Suddenly, animals began leaving. Flocks of birds took off, tge herd of horses fled. Then all was still. We needed to leave. We got Rose outside and left. Left straight away, leaving the now cursed place. It wasn't long until Rose had an attack. After she came around, we set camp.
The next day, we decided to head up North, though I still think heading West is better. We set up camp and made a dug out. Tge temperatures were dropping, so I found a mask in one of the chests. Rose had nothing, and of course Dusty had nothing to offer, so I gave her my jacket, looking back, I still say that her reaction was amusing to look at. Her pink cheeks turning red, and she wouldn't male eye contact with me, but I know she appreciated it.
And for any intruder who happened to find my journal, I say this. Yes, we Illagers have emotions, and yes, we can be compassionate, when we want to.
I also told a campfire stor, based on a story from back home. Though ne telling it wasn't half as good as the story itself. Rose seemed both fascinated and terrified.
The next day 'help' arrived. Her name was Amber, and her riding companion, the Llama that kicked me in tge face. Turns out Amber and Dusty have been friends, and Amber was going to bring us to her home, or Sector. But that night, something happened, the wind direction changed and the next thing I know, some great gust of wind knocked us off our feet. We traveled the rest of the night, and it wasn't until the next day did Rose have another episode. And they're getting even worse. It was almost like she was about to die. Her face was blue because she stopped breathing. I ripped my mask off and tried giving her mouth- to- mouth. But Amber started cmpressing, and blew beats later, she was breathing. But she was out cold. Dusty wanted to carry her, but I insisted. I was also surprised that Amber did not panic or despise me when she realized I'm an Illager. The walk to the sector 7 wasn't long, and it wasn't hard to carry Rose either. I was checking her every minute.
We Illagers are indeed compassionate, when we find a woman we choose, we fall hard. And we make the woman ours. Sometimes the Illager marries the woman, who they have taken from a village. Sometimes they just deflower them, and then they are officially theirs. Some Illagers can tell what woman is a maiden and single, or if they belong to someone. I can tell that Rose is certainly a maiden, and I want her.
We had reached the sector 7 and I was told to place her in a room. The sector 7 has many hallways and many rooms. I have been given my own room, which is where I am right now. Sitting on a bed and writing about has been happening, and what will happen next.