[Sam260]

"I've wrote about my life outside of hell... I've even just wrote 'I'm still alive' on a few letters..." Forrest grabbed his own pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, quickly lighting it up and exhaling the initial plume of smoke. He looked down at the movement and slowly pushed his foot outward, a frog leaping forward and landing on his knee. He laughed and shook his head, flicking the critter back off into the muddy grounds "Don't suppose a frog attacking me will make much for a great story, but it's something more than I've been able to write these past few days." He grabbed his notepad back out and scribbled the highlight down in his messy scrawl. Luckily his father could read it, otherwise he'd have been screwed from the start. Smoke billowed from his nose and mouth as he wrote, and he finally stubbed the cigarette out, sighing and shaking his shaggy head, water droplets spraying everywhere "Ya maybe wanna go for a walk? My ass and legs are gettin' kind of numb..." They had designated safe areas where they could walk, locations they had already cleared and laid traps, protecting them from surprise attacks.