Dusty tossed a few logs of firewood into the pit, and began the fire having rabbit stew in a pot above the fire to cook, before he sat down in a rocking chair a few feet away and began rocking, pulling out a journal from his nearby duffle bag and started scribbling into it

21:39 - Currently cooking rabbit stew playing recently acquired toons, due to paranoia, I locked all entrances and windows, with the doors barred

Dusty began to yawn as he put the journal next to him, before pulling out a small, torn up wrinkled picture of his friends he lost in battle, when his mind began to fade into the not too distant past

(Alright, I know it's a short part, but I'm a bit tired and I just wanted to make something short for the moment. The type of pot is something you seen in Skyrim.)