You grab a few mushrooms out of the ground. You remember something about mushrooms from your time as a scout but... you're so hungry. You scoff them down. Urgh, maybe you should have fried them first. Heading to the bank is probably out of the question now, so you decide to find safe haven in this forest. You turn and head away from civilization, as columns of smoke mark fires that have broken out in and around your neighborhood. Maybe you'll find a tree fort! You once again think back to your time as a scout. Ahhh. What years those were.
Terror strikes you. You quickly check the bag but... no, the book's gone. Dashed into the mud nearly a mile behind you. Good. Good.
Man this wood is kinda dark. You've never been in here before. It's kinda spooky, actually. You'd best find a place to make camp. About ten minutes later, you discover a clearing with a brook to the north end. You take out your money but you don't have a means to bury it.
You have no idea where you are.
What do you do?
Left arm (deep scratch) (bandaged) (healing)
Wearing:
Mask of Sensibility
Even more stained but still sensible pants
Sensible shoes
Inventory:
Wallet ($90)
Wrist Watch (9:37)
Valium (too much)
Scum
Sock ($1000)
Colt 45 (0/0)
Babe Ruthless (PATRIOTIC) (proficient) (bayonet)
Backpack (5 clips - Thompson) (Rations - unAmerican)
Water bottle (full)
Wielding - Thompson (both hands) (average) (14/5)
Mental State:
I think I'm lost. No, okay, I am lost. Goddamn it.