[ WP ] A man is banished to the wilderness for 20 years . Write his diary entries for his first and last days of exile .

Day 1, 1645h: 
 
 They say people learn to live when they're forced to. Well, here I am, forced to learn in the most brutal way possible. I ca n't bring myself to kill anything for food. I've read about people training animals to bring them food... Might be worth a shot. 
 
 This might be my first and final entry. Wish my luck, stranger. 
 
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 Year 20, 1540h ( Last day ): 
 
 It's down to the last hour now. My pack stands strong, their howls churning the blood of the unworthy. I do n't think I want to go back now, now that I've lived with such majestic creatures. Animals never kill for pleasure. They do n't leave the weak, sick or old behind. Hierarchies are obeyed and troublemakers are kicked out, but not killed. This is a good society. A noble one. 
 
 The tractor wheels slow down, but do not stop. The people who have banished me to this wilderness 20 years ago now come to exile me from my home yet again. Men with spears unload from the vehicle and stand on guard. In the forest, I see stags watching from behind foliage, bears skulking on the edge of their blind spots. Monkeys perch upon trees, stones in hand. Their natural predators, the jaguars, are almost invisible through the vegetation. Despite our alliance, the soft slithering of our scaly friends still sends a shiver down my spine. 
 
 The enemies of our enemies are our friends. We understand that clearly enough. Do humans have the trust to not betray each other if it serves their own interests? I doubt it. 
 
 The wheels grind to a halt. 
 
 It's been 20 years. One way or another, this will be my final entry. Wish my luck, stranger.
