Here and there throughout the city, was a paper hanging with a drawing on the front, along with the big words 'camping' on top. There were only a few as a person had been handwriting and drawing them all. It may not have been looking like much, but the person who did them was very happy with the results... he may not win a prize with it, but he could slowly pick it up again with the way his arm had been recovering.
Nova himself was already in the Valley where he had been setting up some stuff, he had brought a book on survival and camping. So it was laying open, two rocks on the pages to make sure it wouldn't turn on him with the wind blowing gently. A ring of rocks had already been placed, with sand inside of that. "That should prevent it from spreading further..."
Nova himself was already in the Valley of the End because he left very early in the morning with a big backpack. A few ropes were laying on the ground where Nova had been marking out where people could stay if they came. He had no idea who would come, how many would come or anything. A part of him felt proud that he did this, suddenly doing something, a part of him was scared as to what he would do if no one showed up.
One of the other preparations which Nova had been doing was to create a ring of rocks with sand inside, this would be used for a firepit. He also had placed some flat rocks so it would be easier to warm some food near the fire.
His eyes went up to the sky. "It didn't say it would rain.. but I am glad I brought some sails with me..." He looked at the few plastic sails which he could use to make a shelter. A fold-able small table was even brought and a few card games. His own little tent was also standing already and his sleeping bag was inside. Even if no one came... he would be happy and dry inside. He would make the best out of it.
Later in the morning, almost afternoon, he would drop the twigs and small logs for the fire, not near enough to the fireplace itself, but easily to reach if more was needed. "I actually don't know how to start one..." He muttered and grabbed a camping survival book he had bought for this.
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