July 24, 2008,
The wound is looking dirty… and I feel sharp pains all around my body since the attack of the wolves. I worry about sleeping at nights now… when will I be attacked again? Will be I able to fight back? Will I be able to win? Are there other animal in this land of no return? Will I ever see my supposed family again? Ugh… the questions keep me up all night long. Last few days I’ve only had four hours of sleep. My eyes waver whenever I continue my journey, but I force myself to stay concious since I see many more of those deformed, killer wolves in the daytime then at night. The helicopters and fighter jets are increasing everyday… I must be getting close to something at least. I’m so confused now, I don’t know whether to give myself up and go back to the institution, or to continue and die out here only to be the next meal of the inhabitants. I’ll figure all that out when I actually find people I guess… god I just want life to be… sane, but nowadays, it’s getting harder and harder…