It's another night by the firelight. The flames crackling, small twinkles of loose embers climbing into the sky before being snuffed out from their lack of fuel. The remaining flames at the base licking at a makeshift pan made of tin cans, cooking up some wild agave I found growing in a clean looking patch. The light of the fire only reaches so far, but it's enough to dimly light my surroundings, that is pretty much nothing in every direction.
I recline against one of the only boulders that exists for miles, munching on my last bags of potato crisps. It was sad to see them go, but my continued movement from place to place with such heavy things on my back have broken them down too much, and it was becoming too much of a hassle to try and keep them in one piece. So better now than never.
Allip sits loyally beside me, enjoying the can of dog food that I half emptied into his bowl. It was strange how food for dogs was much more common than food for humans out here. But I wasn't complaining. As long as my companion gets the nutrition he needs, I'm as happy as can be.
I pull the fried agave from the fire, being careful not to burn myself as I set it on the ground to cool for a while, taking the time to just kind of take in the sight of the sky, and watch out for any obvious monsters that could be lurking in the dark, ready to take my head off, or just tear me to shreds. But that was the constant risk about living out here.
