For it was a stormy day in Canada. In camp Lake bottom particularly there were several camps that exhibited a sign of hunger. But during the last days many were complaining about their certain conditions. Especially a certain character named Gretchen. “Awe, awe, awe,”
Gretchen complained. As she grabbed and rubbed her stomach. Complaining “I can’t go another week.” “I will die if I don’t get some nourishment.” Another of her camp mates that is one of the survivors along with Gretchen of Lake bottom. Her name was Suzie. Suzie, had been ravaging for food in the trash cans. Suzie complained to Gretchen who was searching for food since the famine began. Suzie patted her stomach and militantly responded unto her head. “I’ve never felt a hunger pain as great as mine has,” Suzie said. Creeping up suddenly from behind the camps and moved up on Gretchen.
Who had one thing going for her since the famine of the last days in Canada took place. The sixth sense of the soul before Gretchen could take a bite out of her canned sausage. Suzie stalked her from a mile away, tracked her down, and proceeded to pounce up behind Gretchen. Slapping the preheated canned food she had in her hands. Both of their stomachs quaked and both longed for that canned food that spilled over. Patting their stomachs in hunger. We have a current discord amongst each other. “What’s this a phone on the ground?” said Suzie. Gretchen’s stomach began to growl and her words would stammer. Patting her stomach then onwardly looked at Suzie. “Let’s walk, find some food, and people that are alive.” “If they have any canned goods?” said Gretchen. Meanwhile in Grojband, Laney and Trina had basically run through a weeks’ worth of food before the great famine took place. The situation in Canada is the same to that of Lake Bottom, Laney and Trina’s stomach were rumbling and a sudden trivial thought popped into her head. “Should I result to cannibalism and eat Trina?” Gretchen thought to herself. “No!!!” Trina emphasized. Trina did a despondent stare patting her stomach, and thinking to herself. “If she does do a travesty against me in such a manor.” “I will eat my own friend.” Trina said. However, both of their stomachs growled and grunted. They began to pat them. Then thought of eating the worst thing possible such as a tire how silly. “We need to locate a map of the topography of the land.” Both were in agreement. Rubbing their stomachs and both uttered unto each other Laney and Trina saying,” We need to settle up some rations.” “We get to a nearby location where we can discuss to how we should go further.” Meanwhile near Lake Bottom Gretchen and Suzie left the camp and ventured through many territories, then they came across the heathens from a foreign nation. Vagabonds is in wander during their black out period of the last days of Canada.
Gretchen and Suzie’s’ stomachs were rumbling. Pat their abdominals with the contraception that were going into the lands of Ottawa, Toronto, and Manitoba near Lake Bottom. Complain to each other of how they never felt a hunger so great. They came across many camps and they saw many different destroyed structures. They were traveling on a road entitled Hell’s Furor. This stretch of land was given the name for the gas oil line that blew. When the nuclear bombs came and destroyed the territories of North America. The fact of the situation is the whole Northern Kingdom and all her territories such as Vancouver, Ottawa, Manitoba, British Columbia, and the Yukon. The depiction of the lights when they came were described by those who wrote an account of the happening. As being a phenomena from the heavens that lit ablaze the world as a Lake of Fire. Gretchen and Suzie had been walking on Hells’ Furor for an extended period of time. Their stomachs became restless Gretchen and Suzie patted their stomachs and calmed down. Asking themselves we need to find a convent that has been abandoned by a mercenary’s band. Since the disbanding of the new western world. The 50 states the Central America and 50 states were no more. The percentage of the population had been wiped out. So, Gretchen and Suzie traveling downward wasn’t an option. There only hope was to stick with the map that was left in their possession and keep pressing forward. Monday, 11:50 PM ten till midnight, Gretchen and Suzie’s stomach had been murmuring of pains from hunger. They pat their stomachs in the hopes that they would be able to survive during the night. There were many savage animals and wild beasts that hadn’t been seen in daylight. They were nocturnal and could see the girls from the bushes below. They crept up in terms of receiving a feast and the hunt of the kill. But it wouldn’t be the conventional type you are thinking. Suzie was in a deep sleep she hadn’t a care in the world. Her stomach rumbled like a combustible engine full of carbon fluid flammable gas. She had a very precarious knack of talking in her sleep. Suzie was saying how if a wild beast were to come upon her she would entrap the mouth of the foul beast or shut its jaws. This would turn that beast into gnash food and would think twice before approaching a human in the middle of nowhere. Gretchen was looking for the closest thing she could find to use as a weapon. Nearby the mercenary camp there were a bunch of weapons that could be used for combat. Slashing, grinding, stabbing, and tearing you name the Lake Bottom camp had it. They had stumbled upon this place earlier in the morning after taking a break from the task of reaching the bunker in another Canadian territory had any nuclear sightings been seen since the Lake of Fire. Gretchen had found a stick of some use to stir and rile up the animals and move them away from the camp. She lit a flame to the stick with a burner fluid lighter she always kept in handy. She waved it back and forth at the beasts being a pack of Timberwolves. This was their kingdom again. The dark alpha male looked at Gretchen as an inferior being. Being she was a female of an endangered breed. Gretchen’s stomach began rumbling like a machine of rumble balls. She patted her stomach she was getting hungry and times are scarce. The beast however wanted to devour her and Suzie. But Gretchen began to think more like a savage I could use its skin as a fresh coat to keep me and her warm. The dark alpha male was thinking it could pick its teeth was done grinding her bones. That was a natural thing between beast and human an interesting relationship. Gretchen was a natural born sewer a brief background her mother was a part of the Canadian brigade and a joint task force operative serving under the banner of the American Flag and assisting the Red Cross. While these brain cells of microfiber strands attached to her frontal lobe cortex. The small memories traveled to that part of the brain. She flashbacked to her current predicament. Rather her stomach reminded her of the current situation. Rubbing her stomach the last accounted for member of (Lake Bottom) remembered her training grabbed a knife and stabbed the beast in the jugular vein. A blood vessel that is visible on the outside of the body that carries red blood cells through and out the bloodstream. That keep the beasts’ heart going. The beat let out with a howl as it was stabbed to death or fatal blow was landed. Suzie who was still sound asleep. Stomach rumbled and disrupted the mind flow of Gretchen’s thinking. “Darn it” she said to herself. “Suzie is such a bust that I can hardly think for myself.” Gretchen’s stomach began to bramble and she patted to stop the Grambling. She was in deep thought and pondered wow forget that nonsense. I have the carcass of a wolf. I need to get to skinning him food. Preparing it properly and cleansing it. Gretchen however unknowing to her had been up for an extended period of time. She nodded off to sleep. Like a brave camp leader warrior should do after a fierce battle to keep them alive for another day.
It was Tuesday morning 8:48 AM the Grojband team had journeyed past the border of Nova Scotia and Ontario. They saw many wondrous things. They had come across an unfamiliar path way called the Matte Anon Domini. This road was an old construction site that were in the building plans. For a solar rail cart with a dust particle highway that would replace the asphalt the material that would be used to make concrete. “Wow!!!” She told herself. Laney was astounded. Stomachs however were growling and minds were dumbed down. They rubbed their stomachs, and Trina said “as much it’s fascinating to be amazed by this broken piece of concrete.” Trina was really angry not having eaten in two days. We’ve been wandering ground this in distil Fertile Crescent. Laney was too busy talking pictures off the ruined infrastructure city. Like sunk Atlantis, Trina thought to herself and said outwardly of how she felt about the fact that her friend was more preoccupied. With relics than finding food. All the worrying that Trina was doing was only agitating her stomach more. She rubbed it to quit with the bowel sounds. But it wouldn’t cease they kept becoming louder and louder. Until Laney was abhorred at that she heard exchanging dialogue between herself and Trina she was dumbfounded at how easily her friend could be so hungry. Trina yelled at Laney complaining that it’s too easy for you to be so relaxed in a depraved environment such as this. Saying where Laney got off eliminating that her stomach wasn’t hungry. To the point, where she wanted to pull her hair out. But with reassurance and she patted to hide her discomfort. Maybe we should just continue on with the path that we set out on. Trina for the first time since 8:08 that morning agreed that it was cold and cruel and the path to shelter and siege. Is far and narrow few seek bur ever find. Laney reassured her friend we will find shelter and Cape Rock. The meeting place for all Grojband campers. They pitched their flags at times such as when the modern world ended Laney later that day as they were walking on the path Matte Anon Domini a highway that stretched 1600 miles and it took them Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday just to get there. Laney told Trina as they patted their stomachs “we will catch one reaffirming declared.” “Oh! Said Trina” you were highly regarded as one of the best club scouts to ever put on a uniform and survey the land for what you need “Shah!!” Laney didn’t want to reminisce about old days where her and her friends were very close knit like a yarn ball being quitted into a blanket until the boom came across and wiped everyone off the map. Laney’s feelings interfered with her stomach causing her to pat it down. She mad e a promise that she weren’t going to let Trina die. When she came to a conclusion that in times like this you and loved ones are all you have so make the most of it. Trina smacked Laney on the shoulder. Letting her know that times had changed. We need to get some food or will end up being like our friends in the ground. Laney admitted that being sorrowful on the past doesn’t ensure you a brighter future. A rabbit popped out of the brush and saw the carrot in the latch and the box. Laney out of all her least favorite animals she wanted to capture. The most favorite one was not the least of them. She wanted to devour it but it wasn’t a matter up to Laney to decide. Their stomachs began rambling and they started to pat their stomachs. They gave into their carnal desires of survival training that they had learned at the Grojband camp. Survival of the fittest to eat or be eaten. To be the hunter or the hunted, the prey or the predator. Suddenly, the rabbit’s ears perked up at the sound of an unfamiliar presence and left the box. Laney and Trina were very mad at this sudden development however what came of this sudden surprise. Another rodentalia homogenous word for rodent came out of the place of the rabbit it was a porcupine. It came out of the woods and both girls were very shocked. That omnivores were predominately rodents like the porcupine came out of the woods and took the bait and it became ensnared in the trap the girls had set. “Yes” they screamed Laney but Rina was mad as how could it be? All we caught was a rodent mammal a mammal that was a scavenger nocturlanis species. No doubt Laney added we can just pluck the individual quills skin it alive and take the spoils for ourselves. The day was the second week 4:38 p.m. Wednesday of the Dark XXII the first are the only camp to remember the exact times and days that the light and end of civilization as they knew it. By marking it down on the trees and identifying the sun to where it’s positioning would be. Laney then turned to Trina and as they looked one upon the other. Stomachs began to ramble again and tapping their stomachs. They agreed, “That they needed to set up camp.” Before nightfall otherwise they would find themselves in a similar predicament that had befallen many other travelers. They were the last time with the wild beasts.
As night came upon Laney and Trina they looked in their bags for an extra pair of set of matches, paper guilt’s and roll up beds that had been ransacked from a couple of convenient stores. That were big back in the 90’s during the second Renaissance for creativity and clothing in the new world America. Laney and Trina’s stomach began to start rambling, and they patted their stomachs to keep them steadfast while they were to commerce and eat the spoils of their day. But a wandering pack of wolves an info male informed the ladder half of the troop to alert the leader in charge of the wolf pack. Howls later the alpha male of the pack got the message and led the other dogs in a pack of eight and left the lament wolves back at their den. The dogs led by the black wolf surrounded the camp off of the Matte Anon Domini solar rock way in route to Cape Rock. The leader male sent in the former info male to go fight the weaker girl and bring her head back as a peace offering. Trina was just preparing the fuel kennel and placing the hot water into the kennel to boil some stew that the girls had gotten from the trap they set for the porcupine. Boiled and ready to treat the food hence upon Laney’s return with the water. Laney just remembered that she needed to go to the lake where they had fished when the scouts were all together to pick up scrap wood or known as fire wood. Trina’s stomach started to get agitated after them being on their second upcoming week since their second upcoming week since not having anything to eat. She patted and was devout on how the breath h she exhaled into that night’s air was making her see how hungry she was as she thought to herself. Trina emphasized heavily that Laney take the flare gun to signal in case she needed to come out and meet her if she ran n into any trouble. However Laney being a seasoned Lake Bottom club scout changed her argument or need of concern. She shifted towards that Trina should be in most need of the flare gun. Saying she can sustain longer periods without going hungry. With her task set in mind Laney took off to pursue her daily duties and bring back burnt firewood. She would of course mark the trees with the Croatian mark for thrice with three Indian marked heads Laney started experiencing how hungry she was and tapped her stomach. She indicated towards herself that she might collapse from starvation if she couldn’t fulfill this simple task. So out she set to go find bark and flammable lumber anything that could bring warmth to them and their camp. The pack of Timber wolves were spotted being seen together and roaming in the forest. Trina was just about to finish pitching the tent. When suddenly she became surrounded by a bunch of wolves. They crouched and a vagabond male having lost supremacy for the alpha male was sent ti first for the kill. He charged in Trina had a caliber 49 in with 8 hollow point shells and was a perfect marksmen when she aimed had shot the dog right in between the eyes. Trina’s stomach in a hungrily blood lust wanted to take down the other wolves She grabbed her stomach and began to complain about how killing a wolf wouldn't release the hunger blood lust she felt after killing it. With that she patted her stomach “I want to devour all you heathen dogs.” She uttered, to the wolves the alpha male let out a soaring howl calling all the wolves back. He came out of the dead of the night. Looking in Trina’s face with piercing eyes. Trina’s pointed the barrel of the 38 caliber pistol straight at the wolf. The alpha male‘s ferocity wasn't felt with Trina. “That bull expletive doesn't work on me.” Trina muttered to the wolf in the 32 degrees Celsius temperature. So having respect for a fellow species the alpha male let out a loud bark and called off the attack. But would take the carcass of the dead exiled info male. As is a custom among canine carnivores to pay respect as pronominal burial ground ritual to honor a fallen comrade. Trina didn't let them out of her sight and didn't take her glare off of them. The hunger came back to her stomach again she immediately grabbed her abdomen and began patting it. Also admitting that her blood lust if she was more in a savage state would've resulted in one or two more deaths including her own. If she was even the more desperate if she had zero confidence in her camp scout friend Laney. Letting the opposition know if I wasn't a woman I would have decapitated the alpha male’s head right then and there. Trina with a let out a signal fire cracker and shot at it with a flare gun. Thus creating a preamble firework warning shot in the sky. Laney had just come out of an old saw mill she had spotted further downstream that was used for sawing lumber in order to make log cabins and schools. She immediately looked up into the air and saw the flare. With the lumber she could carry she rushed back to the camp. Before she carried her load her stomach began to growl. Then simultaneously she patted her stomach complaining of being hungry. In any condemned way she didn't really give a beaver’s dam. She ran through the forest as if she was bull’s-eye. Would her friend be okay? Laney had no clue of the events that may have transpired back at the camp site.
Meanwhile the Lake bottom scouts of Gretchen and Suzie were just nearing Cape fear their base of operation in the time of the last days. The impending nuclear warfare that was launched over Canada. Where the main leaders advised all campers or those remaining who had escaped where to meet for further instructions on what to do after the initial nuclear strike. Gretchen had always told that Suzie was naïve for being soft and letting her feelings of other outlawed scouts from different camps. As to where their fate may have been decided. Suzie didn’t care she was the ranger of the group providing help to any and every one. Gretchen hated her for that action. Suzie talked to Gretchen about any remaining surviving campers that may still be alive and they would need any type of immediate assistance if they got at their meeting at their respected base of operations. They had to make a single night’s trip just to reach them. Gretchen assuring her they would be dead by the 6:00 AM early sunrise. Gretchen would give into Suzie’s demand but on the basis of how she approached her. You have a time limit if you’re not here at this rendezvous don’t expect for me to wait up for you. Suzie hugged Gretchen after she gave her a rations worth of supplies to get her through the night. “Thanks” she said. She was off to the races. Before she left she addressed Gretchen as though she may be cold. Her stomach wouldn't stop rambling, Gretchen immediately patted her stomach. Said that’s, “Why I want you to hurry up because of the fact the rations at the lookout point may be gone if you take a minute later.” Gretchen began to have a epiphany thinking that the thought of hunger was making her pat more than she usually does. She really at times would curse the hell out of her own body. Being as it would mean that would be hungry. Wishing her as that dirt. To her she really didn't give an expletive. Enough of this wariness go and help those inexperienced green horns. “Yes, Ma’am”, she responded. Suzie was off like a Kentucky derby horse she actually made it through the forest at light quickening speed she may not have even needed rations. The flare’s trail of smoke was still visible even to her so she made a beeline for the camp site. Of course her stomach began gnawing at her and she patted it. Thought of what the food would be when she completed her task. Then kept pressing forward. Laney had just crossed the river bend and made it back to camp upon her amazement the camp looked like a tornado went through the meal they had caught had been of spoiled. She saw a trail of blood leading away from the camp. But no Trina was to be found she was hysterical. She went searching and found Trina nodded off to sleep with the 38 caliber still fresh in her lap. She was snoring up a storm she hadn’t had anything to eat. Her stomach was rambling and in her sleep she mumbled how she wish she could have had those wolves for some stew. Laney went into what was left of the tent grabbed her quilt and put it on top of her. Then provided the rest of the lumber and carried her friend to be warmed up by its embrace. No food, little shelter, and scarce resources these girls were in some serious deep water. Lake Bottom Suzie realizing their time was short meaning the other fugitive campers considering all that’s happened. She had little to no time to waste. Her stomach of course with the banquet food was the deepest thing on her mind at the time. Suzie being of the obstinate type rubbed her tummy and kept on pushing forward. Her speed was incredible she cut her destination time of getting their with thirty minutes to spare to get back to Gretchen and get back to their camp site. She found the two girls and asked what the situation was? Laney and Trina well she was sleep. Laney was like she had seen an angel descend upon her out of the heavens. Laney looking dumbfounded as ever it took a lot for someone to amaze her. With high regard she was the number one Grojband scout that Canada had to offer. Suzie didn’t have time for idle chit chat she said you guys look hungry here’s some food. “Wait” I can’t she replied. I’ve got to get back to my leader. “I really appreciate the help Laney responded.” She immediately dived in and ate like a horse she left a platter for when Trina would wake up the next morning. Suzie climbed up a tree. Laney asked, “Do you want to come with us.” Suzie after making all the way to the top no way. “We’re not supposed to parry on with fugitive groups.” Laney secretly smiled agreed. With that Suzie hop scotched from tree branch to tree branch back to Gretchen. Both groups in the end especially Gretchen and Suzie stuffed their faces and Laney and Trina made it to their respective lookouts awaiting any survivors that made it through the Correction.