Writer's note: Remember all those journal entries at the beginning? That stupid style rears its ugly head again. I try to avoid this style, because I sporadically use it a lot and try to avoid it because it seems so over-used. But it works in here, so we'll just accept it for what it is.
They followed after me, as I knew they would. Na was careful to make sure I was always far enough ahead to outrun them. I’m still the fastest runner of the entire tribe. They managed to give me a three day head start, in which I was able to bury my sacrificial clothing and find all of the tricks she had stuffed into my pack. There was clothing and food that was hearty and would keep me going until I could find someplace to make camp and build my own stores. She also managed to line every bit she could with my throwing daggers and darts for my blow gun, two skinning daggers with their matching leg sheaths, fire - starting tools, and the blow gun of course. I have to admit, I do like that you remembered that they use blow guns in the rainforest until the shot gun came around. Even a bow and arrow might be a little awkward, and not nearly as true to the area. Bow and arrow was not as prevalent in South America, I do not think. Beneath the pack hung my bedroll and even more darts with a jar of poison to tip any new ones with. I set out to find a place to set up a new home for myself.
Truthfully, I do not understand why I keep this journal yet, or even why Na included it. But it is here and I have nothing to do at night except count the stars. I think I finally found the edge of the forest. I will be safe here. No tribe comes this far. Please God, if you have not disowned me keep me safe.
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