Date: Mid-October?
Time: Morning
Location: Scrubby woods
Pencil broke last night when I was running from the snuffly animal. Turned out to be an old hound dog. He's been following me since then, and I'm too afraid to sleep cuz he might eat me. Funny thing is, he's as skinny as I am. We both look like we've been starved.
I managed to find something to sharpen the broken end of the pencil. It's what I'm writing with now. When my pencil broke, as in, when I fell, I was surprised to find something hidden away in a pocket of this sack I'm wearing.
A vial. I studied it a long time, smelled it, dipped it on something to see if it was corrosive. Didn't know what it was for until I remembered just how much pain I was in. The all-over ache seemed to lessen even when I smelled the vial's contents. So I sipped it, expecting a slow death involving spasms and vomitting.
The only thing that came was relief. Pain disappeared with just a drop of the vial stuff. I'm keeping this crap on me always.
Found a weathered path leading through the woods. Didn't know which way to walk it, so I just picked the direction the sun was going, west, and walked. The dog is following me. I don't think I'm going to sleep well tonight.
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