It Begins...

I finished making me and Tara some sharpened stone blades, and we spent some time by the ocean talking.

"What do you think of the sword, Tara," I asked. "How does it feel when you hold the blade?"

Tara raised her sword and swung it in the air, "It's much swifter than the axe. I like it!"

"I'm glad you like it," I replied. "The next step is to craft an armorer's bench so that I can make us some armor, but we'll have to worry about that another time."

Me and Tara were standing there looking beyond the water. We were examining the path that we're going to take to begin our search.

I grabbed Tara and held her in my arms, "Well, babe, it's almost time to go."

"I 've already packed up the food," Tara replied while she brushed her head up against my chest. "I'm ready when you are."

"Who knows what kind of danger is out there, Tara," I said. "Please be careful, okay?"

Tara hugged me, "I'll be fine, Richard. You be careful too."

Me and Tara are now about to leave the camp to go and find our friends. I don't know what to expect other than danger, but if Genevieve, Stephon, and Brian are out there, we gotta find them. If there's any chance that we're gonna survive and find a way back home to Willow Creek 1994, we're gonna all need to be together. Let it begin...