Diary Entry 3

Date: Definitely not 'Funday'
Time: Early Morning
Location: Westerly scrubby forest

An acrid stench stung my nose this morning. It woke me up. At first, I thought the dog had peed on me, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. Can't say I felt bad about that.
The air was really still, and I couldn't hear anything except the rush of my own breathing. What was scary was that I couldn't hear my heart beat either. That wasn't important though. Breathing indicated life, even though it was unpleasant to do so at the moment.
The sky was an awful yellow color as the sun rose, and when I finally glimpsed the celestial flashlight, it seemed hazed over, like there was a smokey film across the sky.
That was when I recognized the acrid stench. Smoke. Something was burning nearby, but since I couldn't tell where the wind was blowing, I didn't know which way to go to get away from it.
Using my superior deductive reasoning skills, I figured that, since I hadn't smelled smoke back east, that would be the best way to go. So I headed back down the worn path towards the hazy sun.

.....

Found the dog on the way. Dead. Apparently he'd eaten something he shouldn't have. It was in a puddle by his miserably thin maw. If I had been hungry before, I definitely wasn't now. Didn't matter. Apparently the vial juice keeps the hunger pains away. I would need water, and soon, but first things first. . .

Avoid the fire.