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I walked over to the bush with the berries that were bombs, and picked as many as I could get, and put them into the bag.  I think I got around a hundred fifty of those berries, but I wasn’t counting them.  I figured they would make good weapons, or distractions for anything.   I put the bag of berries in my brown bag, and picked a few more of the bags of the leaves, and carried on exploring.
I walked a ways further, and all of a sudden, something bit my leg.
“Ouch!” I yelled.  I looked down at my bleeding leg, and a larger sized rat had his teeth digging into my leg.  The rat looked almost mutated.
“Die!” the creature yelled.
“What are you doing?!” I asked him.
“I’m trying to kill you!” he screamed.
“Get off me!” I screamed back.  I kicked my leg as hard as I could.  He lost his grip, flew into the air, and landed a few feet away from me.  I reached into my brown bag, and pulled out the sword I made.  I raised it up high, and brought it down, hard and fast.  Blood splattered everywhere, including on me.
“Gross…” I muttered.  I walked over to a nearby spring, and started washing my sword off.  The blood was ruining the look of my sword.  Once I cleaned the sword, I started cleaning my clothes.  I looked down at my leg.  The blood was still streaming down my right leg.  Luckily, it didn’t look like that much blood.
“Do you need help with anything?” an unrecognizable voice said.  I turned around.  A girl several inches shorter than me was standing behind me.  She had blue eyes, and long, blonde hair.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
“Do you think you could make it back to my place?  It’s not that far away from here.”
“Yeah, of course,” I told her.  We walked for another couple minutes, and we were at her camp.  As I looked around, I saw a lot of cool things.  She had a rather large tent set up, with thick tree trunks supporting it, and several layers of large, thick leaves lay on top of the supports.  Next to the tent was a box.  I couldn’t see what was inside it yet, but I figured I could check later.  There was also a small area surrounded by stones that looked like it was where a campfire would go.
“Do you like it,” she asked me.
“Sure do,” I replied.  “Actually, I have a small camp near a cave around here.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think it compares to yours,” I said, a bit ashamed.
“How long have you been here?” she asked.
“Six days,” I told her.  “How long have you been here?”
“Almost a month.”
“Cool,” I said.
“What’s your name?” she asked me.
“Damien.  I’m seventeen.  What’s your name?”
“My name’s Ellen, and I’m sixteen, but almost seventeen.”
“Nice name,” I told her.