July 19, 2008,
I have been trudging from dawn to dusk… it seems that the mental institution was out in the middle of nowhere. I got a better look at it from a large and saw it perched up on a larger hill and surrounded by the toxic swamps. It seems whoever set me there didn’t want me to escape… but I did… I did damn it and I’m going to figure out what the hell is going on… that is if I ever see a town or a settlement. I have been walking for what seems to be miles upon miles and all I see is plains upon plains. I haven’t seen much vegetation since I left the swamp. Now all I see is large plains upon large plains, it doesn’t seem to have an end. I’m hoping my luck turns around and someone finds me… I don’t want to get this far and die escaping over this rugged terrain. I see the vultures already circling me… they must know that the odds are against me. God… if your hearing this… please don’t be teasing me… just let me get to the bottom of this and I swear I won’t ask for anything else…