From the journal of Charlie Fast Fingers Pearson, May 3

May 3, 2017

It has been a really hard five days. We spent the 29th getting the little we were taking with us ready for transport and gathering some food and water. The scouting party said it looked like the fruit became scarce when you start down the mountain. We made a couple of sleds out of pieces of the plane and used vines as ropes to pull with. Marty had us all do a last check of our camp for anything that might be useful and then we settled down to rest until the morning.
I used my time to prepare a stick to help me walk while sitting by the fire that last night and thought I was ready for the trek. I was so wrong. It's been hell walking day after day with little rest and not just for me. Melanie is being pulled on one of the sleds because her leg is still broken in too many places. She moans with every bump and is in a lot of pain. But she doesn't complain. Buck is also still in pain from his probably broken ribs. He is walking, but is white as a sheet and makes little pain cries with every step. So far though, the worst complainer is Will. I know his head was really hurt in the crash, but he doesn't have any broken bones and says the dizzyness has mostly gone. That hasn't stopped him from complaining, fucking endlessly. He doesn't have a lot of lackies left to jump at his every command. Of the five that were with him when we got stuck in the VIP room, only two are still alive, Shane and Travis. And they are getting real tired of jumping for their old boss. He used to be a real important man in the music industry, but now, he's just a nobody like the rest of us. Actually, he's even less because he is more fucking useless than anyone else in our group!
I am glad we took the time to collect a bunch of fruit before we started down. The scouting team was right that the farther down the mountain you go, the less fruit there is available. I wonder if the natives had planted fruit trees closer to the village, or if they used to go up the mountain to get fruit. It seems like a really long trek for fruit, but if that is your only option, then you do it. I guess we will find out.

The mountain is steep and has lots of trees and bushes and vines. Not all of them are very nice either, some of them have huge fucking thorns that rip and tear into anyone who gets too close. As it is, I fucking trip every other step and have to grab at a tree or anything to steady myself and hald the time, I feel the thorns tear into my body. I know the others are doing the same, I can tell from the sound of their footsteps, stumbling through the forest. Yesterday, we came to the edge of the cliff and Marty says at the speed we're going, it will be at least two more fucking days of walking before we see the end of it. That will be where the trail leads back down instead of sideways and we will find a big, mountain stream with the freshest water to refill our make shift jugs. At least, there's a trail that goes along the top and it's far enough back from the edge that no one has to be afraid of falling.
I can't wait until we get to the village. They have to have had some kind of animals. At this point, my mouth waters at the thought of any kind of meat. Chicken, pork, lamb, even goat! Anything except fruit! Shit, I hate fish, but would gladly eat a whole plateful right now. I would even eat them raw if I had to!

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