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Chapter 62 - Finding Sanctuary

As the survivors pressed on through the ever-changing landscape, they stumbled upon a hidden sanctuary nestled deep within the heart of the wilderness. Or so they thought! Turns out it was just a run-down hippie commune filled with patchouli and bad folk music. 

The sanctuary was a "lush oasis" alright, more like a swamp filled with mosquitos the size of dinner plates and trees that looked like they belonged in a Dr. Seuss book. Crystal clear streams my butt, the water was more murky than an old man's glasses. And don't even get me started on the "colorful flowers" - pretty sure I saw a Venus flytrap snacking on a lost hiker. 

In awe of this place? More like in fear for their lives! Though I guess the bird songs echoing through the trees were a nice touch, if you ignore that some of those birds were actually mutant buzzards the size of small planes. Paradise? More like a fever dream brought on by dehydration and head trauma. 

With "cautious optimism" the survivors decided this dump was better than nothing I suppose. Though judging by the yips and hollers coming from the woods at night, pretty sure they weren't the only ones making this "sanctuary" their temporary home. I hope they packed extra bug spray!

As they "settled into their new home", the survivors were really just waiting for a chance to bolt. Though credit where it's due, the "tranquility" did allow some much needed z's between the midnight monster truck rallies held by the local cryptids. 

But amidst the anything-but-peace and quiet, the survivors knew they had to scram pronto. They saw the writing on the wall (or more accurately, the mysterious crop circles appearing overnight) that this place was weirder than a bag of snakes. Time to pack up and find a new "sanctuary" with less banjo music and mysterious lights in the sky. 

As they looked to the future with apprehension and maybe just a touch of PTSD, the survivors knew they had outstayed their welcome in Looney Tunes Land. From here on out they were camping only in well-lit parking lots of 24-hour Walmarts. And if any challenges lay ahead, at least there wouldn't be swamp gas fumes fogging their brains!