Lourmarin

The French village we stumbled into was named — Lourmarin, and since we didn't see any better alternative we decided to settle down in the French village.

For me, it was kinda challenging to live among them, I didn't understand their language, and communication was a significant barrier. Despite this, I was grateful to have found a safe place for my pups and I, to stay after the traumatic events we had experienced.

Damn, I forgot to say this. On our way to Lourmarin, we brought Meghan, an aged woman who also survived the wicked onslaught that collapsed the Mountain Dew pack.

We stopped by at the Mountain Dew pack to take in on the damage one final time, and to properly bury our fallen heroes.

But then, as we approached the remains of our pack's mountain, we heard a sound. It was faint at first, but as we got closer, we realized it was the sound of someone breathing. I exchanged glances with Malik, and I wondered if it could be possible. 'Had someone else survived?' I mouthed.

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