Thursday, 17.06.04

My siblings are scared for our own lives. It appears that our parents’ enmity with others will cost our young lives. I managed to escape the deranged car. Being the eldest temporarily left my consciousness since I seemed more concerned about my own survival. (Realization occured right this very moment.)

Then the monsters appeared their zombie selves to me. Surprisingly, colleague Mitsdemeanor was the nearest and the hungriest. Once in a while, an elderly takes over, emphasizing she needs my young blood to revive her vibrance. I made an ala Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon leap to survival after a brief moment of being held captive.

I don’t remember the rest. Scary.

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