[center] August 18, 2039
 8:57 a.m.
Near center of New Jersey
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[i]Sniff.
Lonely. There's deer! Deer! Meat! Food! Lonely go get it. We need food.[/i]

[b]Shut up. We ate just an hour ago.[/b]

Lonely thought back to the squirrel that he had stalked and decapitated with his knife. 

[i]That puny squirrel did nothing to fill our belly! We need meat! Real meat! We need the warm blood running down our throat, warming our insides.[/i]

[b]There was a gunshot. It was somebody else's kill.[/b]

[i]That hasn't stopped you before.[/i]

Lonely suddenly looked very distressed. Like some huge weight had been pressed against his mind. He bit his lip, cursing as the small action had caused it to bleed.

[b]That was you.[/b]

[i]We're the same, Lonely.[/i]

Lonely suddenly yelled out loud, seemingly to nothing, "IF I GO WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!?"
He quickly glances around, hoping no one heard his out burst. The man, or what was a man at one point, stood up, slinging his rifle across his shoulder and gripping his spear.
Soon, he finds himself in the middle of an overgrown forest, hunting for that smell. [/center]