Day 107: 16 Nov 2010
I woke up this morning surrounded by dried blood and spent ammunition. It felt like the worst hangover ever. My head was pounding and I felt sick to my stomach, but I knew I was alive and uninjured. It took a few minutes to get to my feet.
When I did, I found that Travis and his people were all gone. The spot around which they'd been chanting was now a huge crater.
"Well. . . fuck," was all I could think to say as I walked past the downed Pave Hawk towards the road.
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