I got up and out of the sun and finished eating every little piece of the scorpion. I leaned up against the shaded rocks and said "If you guys plan to do anything better make it soon. I am out of food and almost out of water. So Mr. Dante just what kind of machines does the rebellionhave?" For now my own concern was my survival. My supplies were gone and I couldn't live like this for much longer. The scorpion was only thing I ate in days. I felt edgy and erratic about my situation. "If you guys need a mode of transportation like a vehicle I have something in mind that would really hit the maveric base hard." I turned around spit the stringer of the scorpion out of my mouth and started to walk out of the little campsite I called home.
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