The Fire Within Mar 18, 2012 14:59:53 GMT -4
Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2012 14:59:53 GMT -4
Retrace X - Answers left behind. 10/20/20×× - 5:22 PM
??? That last entry, I just don't get it. I don't.. remember writing that. It's written in a completely different style, and there's.. blood? What the hell??! I feel like time is thrown out of whack lately, I can't remember the days passing so quickly. Maybe I've just been so tired for some reason, a little too low on food, or passing out from starvation.
I woke up this morning in a place I don't remember going to. My hands were bloody, and I don't remember why. Though for some reason, I was in a really good mood. That in itself, was a little too shocking for me to handle. Why didn't I question it anyway? Regardless, I was heading out to find something to eat, but after a while noticed I didn't really feel hungry. Collecting food for later has become an instinct over these past two years, so I guess that's why I didn't turn back. I made my way to 4th street, and came across some young kid there. He was being chased down by some starved dead guys, so I helped him out a bit.
This seems to be a bad habit of mine lately; seeking people out. I'm supposed to run away or avoid others, hell, even kill them. Well, only if they make trouble for me. I'm not a fan of killing people for no reason, not unless it's absolutely necessary. This kid was down on his luck, getting in over his head, so I decided by impulse to jump in and let him escape to the rooftop. Following him there, we had a small chat. Apparently his name was Blithe, and he was new to the area, I'm guessing. He didn't seem too good with a blade, so my guess was he was a more sheltered survivor over the past while. Hell, he was just a kid, anyway.
I just told him to watch his back, then left. It's not my problem that he's a complete newbie at watching his own ass, so that was just a mistake I left out of my own affairs. Best of luck to em', but I'm no babysitter. I took off, and managed to find some food later. So now here we are, hiding out and playing catch-up for the past while. That brings the problem back up again about not remembering. There's that message written on the previous pages, and the book was caked with dried blood that had been used as ink. I don't remember writing that, but I could have been the only one to have done it. What the hell!?
I don't remember the past couple nights, and it feels like I'm not hungry much anymore. All I feel now is nausea, and concern for not remembering what I've been doing over the past while. Maybe I'm just not getting enough sleep, or maybe I should try to lay low for a while in-case I'm just losing my mind little by little.
Shit, that's all I need.