October 13th, 2033
I spoke with Dan this morning about reaching out to some of the other camps and organizing a strike against the Threak. He was of the opinion that most everyone would be up for it, but with winter coming on and only a few short weeks left to prepare for the cold, the spring might be a better time to launch an attack.
I hadn’t thought of that. The camps are full of families, families that depend on their men to survive, – to hunt for food, to fish the lakes and to scrounge up whatever other sustenance they can. It’s not that they would be opposed to the idea, it’s just they have more pressing issues to deal with at the moment. They have mouths to feed.
I, however, do not.
I’m back to being an army of one.