Sword in hand, I scrambled up the dark hillside another night has come and gone, the creatures have retreated back to their dark caverns for now. The right wall of my home has a gaping hole in it, and the hillside it rested upon is now just a large overhang where I had kicked one of the hissing monstrosities over the side that night. My arms ache, I'm tired and my belly is empty. But in the light of the day I feel a strange urge, something compelling me to keep moving forward. For now, at least, it is time to hunt for a meal and contemplate.
