13 Colonies Blank Map Printable Novels & Stories

The wind moves through the ridge, colder up here than the valley, and I didn't bring enough layers because I was focused on not being seen leaving the pack house and now I'm aware of it. I don't move. He reaches into his pack and takes out a folded paper. Holds it out. I cross the ten feet and take it. A map. Hand-drawn, detailed, the north territories — but not the version from the market stall. This one has markings. Routes. Three points marked in red with small notations beside each. Hunter positions. Current ones. The notations have dates. Today's date on two of them. "You drew this today," I say. "This afternoon."

Rip it open, find nothing, and toss it away. I was just about to throw another scroll to the side when I spotted something, and so I forced my exasperated eyes to look again. I held the scroll up to the light and inspected it more closely. It was a map, of almost the entire Northern Hemisphere. It displayed parts of land from Poland, all over Russia, down to Mongolia and the top of North America, to what we now know as Alaska and North West Canada. It was old. I could tell just by looking at the markings and roughly hand drawn borders. In the bottom right-hand corner of the scroll was a scribbled signature next to the date 1689. So it’s very old then. The outlined borders weren’t any kind of

“Read these and tell us what you think.” I walked forward and could see that they had a map of the United States laid out with markers on them, red dots and lines still visible here and there of packs we still hadn’t disbanded or eradicated. I picked up the first paper I saw and read it over, looking back at the map when I did. “Fuck me… That’s gonna need a whole lotta firepower to do.”