I woke up this morning, and most of my stuff was just gone. Somebody climbed up here, took my hatchet, my pack, and my waterskin, and then climbed back down, all without waking me. They left my rifle, and what was loaded in it, but they took both full ammo boxes.
I didn’t get why they left me alive, until I found the note.
“Hope you live, because the gene pool needs you, but I wouldn’t bet on it. Being alone out here is just stupid. Find three people that need a fourth and hook up. Thanks for the supplies.”