I've slept a lot today. Because I was completely worn out and stuff and now I feel a little better, but people are still dead. I don't think there are all that many people left alive right now... I am. I'm not even really hurt yet. That's insane. I mean, really, really insane ( Read more... )

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We're out. We're OUT.
Don't believe it...
We're out.

And I feel... not good.

I feel like I'm slowly descending into madness. It's a strange feeling. Can't say I like it, but what to do? The killing thing...? It goes easier and easier. Not that I've killed all that many yet, but anyway. Keeping on my toes. Staying alert. But my arm hurts... I threw up this morning. I guess too much vodka isn't good for you...

Only, I'm not. This is real. This is all real. I'm sitting in a run down, disgusting prison cell and I'm watching the seconds tick by one by one. I've been here seven hours now, I've counted. It's one way to pass time I suppose. This is another way, writing in here. I thought we were going on a tennis trip. We all thought we were going on a tennis ( Read more... )