In the stretch of trees, there is no good animals. We all went to the trees and tried to find something after the hunters called us. There was nothing to get. I decided to instead get quite a bit of firewood to support us through the day. We were running low this morning and the wind would knock out the fire at any time. I managed to get about twenty pounds of the stuff with an axe. We made Angelo and Georges stay back. Georges ended up cooking the little that we have left from us moving. We made the fire grow until it consumed most of the firewood. We are still very cold.

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  There is nothing here. Nothing to do. If by some miracle, some outside source sees this, please send help. I was just informed that Roy has horrid frostbite. I will have to treat this.