Getting blown up out of a truck is alarming. I mean one minute you are sitting there conversing with a young fellow next to you, and the next you are blown out of the bed of the truck and your ears are ringing, oh and you're on fire. Honestly getting blown up sucks in general, there are so many negative things to it, I don't recommend it. Mostly because you'll probably die and not just be thrown from the wreck like I was (this is why its best to sit in the back and not the cab of a truck, in the back you can be ejected, in the cab you can be roasted, make note next time you're traveling somewhere!)
So yeah my time with the possee was short. We were traveling on our way to I believe the last place the magic user was, when the convoy was exploded. I was thrown from the wreck into a ditch with the corpse of the man I was just chatting with. Which actually worked in my favor because his charred remains hid my still breathing remains from the mercenaries who had blown up our convoy. Well I assumed mercenaries, they could have been a rogue government group or whatever. Honestly it was probably in a file I was supposed to have read, but the authorities didn't really give me very much to work off of when I got deputized! And sure I could look back on it now, but that takes way more effort than I ever put into any journal entry!
All the same at the time the only thing I could think of was how angry I was. I mean I was burned, I was hurt (I broke my leg on impact, extremely painful) and worst of all I didn't know where I was. This was a worst case scenario and things only got worse from here. How you might ask? You know the answer is in the next entry!
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