It's been days since Stephanos death. Marzia refuses to talk to anybody unless it's her husband, and Felix won't cooperate with anybody. He's also acting very strange.
A group came up to us today. A group of 7, they all had guns. They said, word for word, "I want everything you got. Includin that there dog."
Max growled at them. I wanted to run, but then I'd be killed. I had a plan that we would ambush them from behind, but Felix had a, 'better', idea.
He got out a gun and shot them all. He didn't even give them time to retaliate. All of them died.
We tried to tell him how dangerous that was and how he could've gotten us killed. But he just shrugged us off and walked ahead with Marzia. We stole their guns and, even though it sounds gross, I let Max devour some of their bodies before they turned. I mean, it is natural. He's half Dire Wolf.
Jack tried to cheer the mood with lame uncle jokes. Me and Mark thought they were funny and laughed, but Marzia and Felix trudged along, crying.
We can't seem to lift the mood, brighten the day, or anything. They haven't talked to us.
Tomorrow is another day.
