Lappi
The Living Script
Micheal was sleeping on van, he was fine. For as long he didn't roll off. He woke up looking into the bright sun. His back exceptionally warm from the metal roof on the van, being heated up by the sun like a hotplate. He looked around the van and he saw nothing nearby. So he slowly scooted off, gathering his stuff and going into a small nearby broken down building. The vines overgrown into the sounds and separating the concrete. The building could come apart at any moment. A small stream of water ran down from the roof into a small water filter that was handmade. He put it all into a jar and boiled it. He sipped from the filtered water hoping that he would avoid disease. It tasted like grass.
He sat down on the wall and looked around loading his .22 and cleaning it afterwards. Good gun care is essential.
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He sat down on the wall and looked around loading his .22 and cleaning it afterwards. Good gun care is essential.
(Open for interaction)