28 November 2018
Wednesday
My hands are covered in blisters so I can't write much today. One of my uncle's men threatened to hurt Cory. He said he was a waste of space and a good for nothing that was just consuming resources. Cory still has to spent most of his time in the tent laying down to get better. So he hasn't done any work. I don't think he knows what work we have to do. I'd rather he not find out, and I hope he doesn't have to work the same way once he's better. There's no way he could handle the way we are being treated. New camping toilet needs to be dug? We do it. Someone needs to clean their weapons? We do it, under watch of course. We eat twice a day if we are lucky.
We were better off without these asshats.
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