We resumed moving today. We sent the scouters out right when we were about to settle. We were tired and needed to. It was about the hour before the sun set, so we were very early to settle. It is very cold and I could not wait to go to sleep.

  Then, the scouters came running back, yelling a frantic tale. They proclaimed that there was deadfall in the way of their descent and they thought that Lucas, who'd been sent with them to help, had enough sense to not go under it. It should have been alright. No one should have gotten hurt by this mistake. He should have just been warned about the deadfall. But, no. It seems as if the Lord called him home. He had to go when he had to go.

  Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

  We set up camp about a half a kilometer away from the trees, and we got a few of the boys to drag Lucas's body onto the fire. We didn't have any materials to do more. We couldn't just leave him there, either. It's not right. Another boy dead on our watch. We cannot continue like this! Mosao and Angelo seemed the most moved about the situation. They knew him well. Now we lay here in the cold. We all went to sleep early. We deserve it after these days. These awful days.