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How many times through the years now, had Bentley been thankful for all the camping trips he had taken with the Scouts, in his youth? All the weird survival skilled that he had learned -- sure, none of them thought that they would ever really need to know any of that crap -- because who gets lost in the woods, or needs to survive in the wilderness that long?
But really. The world had gone upside down, and there Bentley was, a wealth of weird knowledge to guide him through it all.
He was currently low to the ground, balancing on the balls of his feet, one forearm resting on his knee, the other busy gathering up a handful of pine needles that had fallen. It might not have been the tastiest tea in the world, but the plant would provide a good source of vitamins. Better to keep health up as much as they could. Not like many drugstores hadn't already been raided and picked clean.
