gigalol @ 2006-02-02T23: 41:00
I can not be rewritten, my brother's death has affected me much more than they thought.
these last two days I've been lying in bed, I have not talked to Mary since she came back from that fateful mission ... I've heard moving about the house, even brought me food yesterday, but did not answer. Retype
because it is what he wanted.
do not know what else to tell, I left the room dazed and sleepy, I drink water (the tap still works) and I turned on the walkie to see what happened to the barracks.
Their communications have been greatly reduced, and not shoot them, they have very bad angle shot from the inside and do not want to accidentally break the doors that contain them. The thing has been profitable, saving ammunition and also some cannibals psychopaths have lost interest and dispersed.
Which is bad news for me: I instinctively look out the window, and there, amid the dense fog that should be covering all Oya, I've seen dozens of these pigs staggering, wandering along my street ... if I had the idea of moving to another site, it's too late, or fade, or this house will be my grave.
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