The days passed into weeks and it was odd how even though I didn't want to admit it, Lolek was right. As I healed up all the labor got easier. I was moving along with the rest of the laborers, helping to mend walls, empty supply trucks, help fix fences. As I moved into my second month of manual labor guess you could say I was fighting trim. I did each bit of work without complaint and made a lot of friends doing it. I loved the fact that they helped me even though at first they didn't think I belonged there. I had worked on the walls for days with no stopping, fortefying the walls and it was on the last day that the accident happened.

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