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โUghโ Joel groaned as he turned over on the hard ground. The sleeping bag kept him warm but it didnโt protect him from the hard lumpy ground. No matter where he slept he managed to find a bump even if the ground appeared to be as smooth as he could find. He hoped he could at least get a better nightโs sleep when they hit the city. As much as he loved the outdoors, especially the forest, at 57 his body was really starting to miss a mattress.
He had somehow managed to turn onto his good ear while he slept and now turning back over the sound of the morning chorus of birds rang in his ears. It was nice. While he closed his eyes, he could almost feel normal. As normal as he could after 20 years living in a post-apocalyptic hell. Nature had never stopped thriving, in fact it seemed to be doing better now that human civilisation had gone up in smoke.
