Easy prey.

We found an apple tree. It was in the bushes, away from the road and not looked after. The apples were small and green and they didn't taste too good even when we tried cooking them. We were hungry enough to eat some anyway. Now my stomach hurts.

They taught us to keep alive on all kinds of things, on Diran. I was thinking about grubs. That's usually a last choice, but it might be better than those apples.

Rabbits come out to feed at dusk but there's a wind blowing and the moving plants and the creepiness unfamilar territory will make it tricky to shoot them. I don't want to waste the darts and I don't think I could find them again in the undergrowth. I gave it some thought and then we used thread from Marty's jacket, braided it, made snares and used the scent-destroying spray. We might catch a rabbit or hare or something.

When we came to the bend in the road we could hear water. I was so thirsty and I guess he was too. We left the road and headed for the sound. It was further than I thought, but I don't think the stream's coming from that stinking swamp by the portal. (Which way are we going, then? Water runs downhill.)

The water's fresh, cold and good and I saw a fish. I wish we could think of a way to get at that. There are frogs, too. I think I heard somewhere that the French eat frogs. I wonder how they taste?