Made Us Some Weapons

After finishing up with some material gathering, I finally made me and Tara some weapons. I didn't make anything special, just a couple of stone hatchets. They may not be the most effective weapons, but they're better than nothing.

I gave Tara one of the stone hatchets. "Well, now we got us some weapons, babe."

"Nice work, my crafty man," Tara replied.

Me and Tara looked over into the distance.

"Ricky, look at those ruins," Tara said. "Maybe we should check it out."

"Yeah, why not," I replied. "Maybe there's something there that could help us."

The ironic part of all of this is what do we need help with? We don't even know what we're doing. Are we just trying to survive? Are we trying to find our way home? We've been sucked up into a vortex in Sulani and have been thrown into some future time and dimension of British Columbia. Is time trying to tell us something? I don't know, but me and Tara need to start making a plan.