Day 532,
I have been chasing sleep for days now and gave up when I knew that I will never get it. Me and Zico have been split. It's all because of those damn raiders. Always roasting pp heads in the alley. Luckily, I found a Serbian husky. He was still alive but had a severed leg. I need to find medicine for him, he will be good for scavenging. I called him boober dooder. In honor of my cringe friend Zico.
12:02 am.
Good thing I found a watch, I don't know ifs it's the correct time but I have one, at least.
Day 533,
I found a gun store nearby my camp. I picked up a 44 magnum revolver and some ammo. Boober dooder is like a coat of fleas, it's all my fault for not washing him.
Day 612,
I found Zico inside a broken house far from school. He had mustache, a bow, fake old adidas and a cool trench coat. I approached him and wondered who he was carrying. It was Deeshan, my old friend.
And again, Johann sighing out.
