|Cockpit and Microchips|

I didn’t have to travel too far through the woods to make it to a water source. A thin river and from the taste of it salt water meaning I’m close to an ocean. Bad news, I won’t be able to drink the water. Good news, I have pop and mini alcohol bottles to keep me hydrated until I do… hopefully.

I followed downstream over some rough terrain until I saw what looked to be the cockpit of the plane resting in the middle of the water on an island. The closer I got the more suitcases I found, meaning more supplies.

Everything’s coming up Milhouse I guess…

Upon closer investigation of the cockpit I found some microchips and a flare gun. Unfortunately the pilot and co-pilot didn’t survive. The blackbox was damaged, and it’s not like I could really use it for anything anyways… so I left it in the cockpit.

I buried the two bodies on the shoreline across the way in hopes that would keep the larger predators away. The flare gun may scare the small one’s off, but bears in Canada are known to be bold.

I sat along the shoreline to recover my strength. Ate a candy bar (I hate Skor they make my teeth stick together) and a Orange Crush. Those won’t last me long… so hopefully I find those nudists who took my son within the next couple of days.

I don’t know why I took the microchips from the plane. I’m guessing out of habit, since I collect that kind of stuff to upgrade computers back in New York. Maybe with enough willpower I can make a router or maybe upgrade my cellphone to boost a signal or something…

Whatever, I’ll figure out some use for them… I should keep moving…

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