Creative Writing: The Trek To Investigate Stryker's Dam
The Trek to Investigate Stryker 's Dam We had managed to Acquire the coordinates of a much Maligned Government base in the Arctic region of Alaska. My traveling companion and I would Undoubtedly have reached our target by the Eighth of the month. In order to embark on this journey I had had to overcome the Inhibition of my peers to do a hands on investigation of this decrepit abandoned government installation. As we approached a jagged outcropping of rock I stopped to survey our map, due to the lack of cell towers and electricity. Once again my friend asked; "Tell me again why we could not simply rent a small plane to reach Stryker 's bunker"? "You know why, I had said. First off, we are almost broke, and secondly, this is a no fly zone". …show more content…
We stopped to make camp when the sun begins to fade into the blackness of the woods. I then cooked some of our Ramen noodles over an open fire for a paltry dinner. When we woke in the morning we discussed our plan for that day, "We should reach Stryker 's by late afternoon", Orin stated. "I think we should set up next to the bunker, and start exploring it tomorrow", I said; "You know as well as I that there were some pretty shady dealings in there, and I definitely don 't want to encounter one of the lingerers in the dark". Orin shudders and said " You don 't think there is still anyone left in there do you"? " I don 't really know, I said. "We can hope not, but better safe than
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