Yesterday I got an all clear at the shelter, and some food and water. I also met some friendly people.
Shit – I am not good at this. I never really liked keeping a journal. Tried several times when I was growing up, but it never felt right. It was just ramblings of trivial things that got shorter and shorter every day until I stoped writing all togther. Maybe this will happen this time around to… I don’t know.
Anyway. I am still holding up pretty well, all things consiered. I killed another one of thise things yesterday, a child. Hate it when it is the small ones I encounter. I usually avoid the bigger ones since I lost my knife. But the little ones – What was their story? Where are their parents? Were they infected too? Feel so bad for them, but angry at the same time. Maye I just wanna put them out of their missery. Or maybe I am just mad. Yes, a bit mad too.
I am gonna go out and find some more food. I still have most of what I got from the shelter still, but I am hungry. I’ll see if I can catch some poor critter, I have done that before, but don’t have my knife anymore. Maybe I can try a trap? I have seen that done on TV, but I wouldn’t know what kind of trap. What kind of animals live around here?
Well. I might just wrap this up for now. I just thought I’d give this journal a go.
See you later little book2