[D3thNote]

Stone and dirt, mud trenches and swamps with no escape. This place is like hell. Each day is like torture to survive and the night is not a time to rest. It is a kill or be killed world, no mercy for the weak. Something that wants to kill you lies behind every turn. No wonder he has survived.

[D3thNote]

Sweat, dirt, blood. After a while you get use to it. Trying to get by day to day is not easy and if you can't be tough, than you will die. Blending in with your surroundings can be hard but very useful for the hunt. Today was a new day and with each passing time slot he opened his book and wrote:

Day 503; another victim corpse with vultures around. Need to find a safe place to rest and find food to eat.
Sun past halfway mark; no luck finding food. Very little water around, thus few beings. All encounters ended up futile. Either prey escaped or I got too injured to peruse.
Dark; Managed to catch a small mouse for food but no shelter. Have to continue moving to survive.

It was now night as he placed the book back into his pocket then shifted into a creature form. He picked up his pants and his blade in his mouth while he very cautiously began walking father in the direction of the two moons.