As I woke from my slumber, the warmth escaped my body as I left the bed. I got up to brush my teeth, the cold toothpaste touched my already shivering teeth. I looked in the mirror, my reflection showed the scars I had from all the struggles from my hunting food for my family. I try and help my family by making sure they are safe and that they have all the essentials they need to survive in these harsh conditions. I usually find these “essentials” in the garbage. As they say “one man's trash is another man’s treasure.” What are theses “harsh conditions” you may wonder. Well I live in a small village named The Cove, just off the border of the capital. Elizabeth and I went out for a stroll, scavenging whatever I found useful or appealing.
