Right now I am running from John Cena who was trying to get me back for Not giving him back his backpack. Right now I am at the top of a mountain where I think I am safe. I have all of my tools, my ax my arrows/bow and my knife. I am the leader of my tribe and I am not in very good health. Last night I ate meat and vegetables and I cooked it over the fire I made. I am in Northern Italy by the mountains. I am in my mid forties. I am living in the Neolithic period when the copper age is. Wait who is that… oh no he is here! Oh no I’ve been shot right in the shoulder! In a matter of minutes I will bleed to death then oh no I’m in shock. I can’t hardly breath. Soon I will…