Some Nietzsche to set the scene.
Why don’t you help?
Kudos to the man always carrying a rifle.
At least he’s got a reasonable fellow to keep him company.
I love the sacks labelled “food”.
I smell a predecessor’s diary.
Always such a large hole.
He is remarkably calm. I’ll give him that.
That’ll only work once.
364 days to go. He’d probably rather be in prison.
No he really wishes he was in prison.
A flare every night?
He’s learning vigilance.
This guy is wasteful with ammo et al.
Now he doesn’t want to waste ammo?
And as usual you know who are the real monsters.