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Does this read like a journal? Is it good?

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Day 78

As the five of us entered the one-storey house, I could not help but feel insecure, helpless. Even more scared than I felt outside in the freezing snow. The temperature inside the house was no hotter than the bare outside. A warning chill shot through my spine, however I only dismissed it as an irrational fear.

The furniture inside the house had rotten. Pieces of wood broke of when applied pressure to. Zach discovered this the hard way as he was seated on a coffee table, watching us search for anything useful or ingestible. The legs gave way under his weight, and collapsed to the floor, with an astonished Zach on it.

We laughed at it, but it was just a chuckle or two. As I was examining the single bedroom, I opened a drawer, and found this diary/journal/notebook, along with a pencil and a sharpener.

Other than that, we found eight cans of food (beans, fruit), some vegetables that were close to being spoiled, we found another flashlight, batteries which were really needed and three bottles filled with ice ( It was probably water that froze when it all started).

Today, as we walked through the snow covered world, I felt odd, as if I was being watched. I asked the other four if they felt this way. Jason, Zach and Emily said yes, but Greg replied in the negative. Maybe we were just imagining it…

When we entered our store/hideout, we found that Ben (My brother)and Kyle ( Emily’s brother) had fallen asleep. They were probably starving as we had told them not to eat the food we had previously stored. They could have water but they were not to touch our other supplies save of the lantern(We were surprised that we found an oil lantern and had enough oil for it) we used for light, if it was burning out they could relight it. We washed the vegetables wasting as less water as we could, then we cooked them and ate them. We sat around for a while. We didn’t talk much ever since it started although in the beginning we conversed considerably more, sharing jokes, recounting memories, we had hope that the military would end it, save everyone. But they never came.

As time progressed on, our hope steadily declined. People died all around us, including our parents. We became certain we weren’t going to be saved. We fended for ourselves, we gathered supplies and protected each other.

After sometime of sitting in the warmth of the boarded up grocery store, Zach nodded off, then Emily. A short while after Greg too, couldn’t hold off his sleepiness. Kyle and Ben had long since fallen asleep.

In the end it was me and Jason. We blew out the lantern and tried to doze off.

Day 78, Night

I couldn’t sleep. This was not unusual for me. I spent most nights sitting wide awake, peering out the hole in the boards. Tonight was not much different.

After a few attempts at sleeping in vain, I lit a small flame in the lantern, urinated in an empty can, threw it out the back entrance, and then sat by the boarded up window. I stuck my head against the wood and looked out the hole. Even though the glass on the window was frosted, I could make out what went on outside.

A blizzard raged on outside our sanctuary, our safe haven. Tomorrow, we would have trouble leaving our hideout, let alone trudge through the store toward our next destination for supplies.

Day 79

I was right. It took us a while to even make enough space to get out of the store, let alone trudge to the clothes shop for more layers. Even with three sweaters, a jacket, a muffler, a ski mask and a woolen cap on, the cold still seeped through our layers, making us shiver. Our clothes allowed limited movement but kept us warmer than we would have been if we wore less of them.

<p class="MsoNormal">The last news broadcast informed us that the temperature was -10 degrees Celsius. It had gotten colder since then.

<p class="MsoNormal">We tried to open the door, but as I expected, it was frozen in place. We were lucky it was a glass door. I kicked in the door. It shattered whilst it made a loud sound. We turned our heads, eyes searched our surroundings, hoping no monster had heard the sound. When we were certain they didn’t notice it, we went on into the store. We took woolen clothes that fitted us. Emily and I went to the section for kids so we could get clothes for our brothers.

<p class="MsoNormal">After a while, Emily asked me “David, Did you hear that?” I made a confused face and shook my head. Then I heard it. It sounded like an animal’s moan. Emily looked at me. We had both heard it. We raised our handguns and walked toward its origin. We heard it again, it was a cat’s “meow.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Emily relaxed her hand, but I didn’t. The beasts’ babies were known to make sounds similar to a cat’s. I peeked under a shelf.

<p class="MsoNormal">I saw the face, it did not resemble the black, gorilla-like face of the creatures, instead, it was a cat, a tabby. It was extremely frail. Beside it lay curled up three kittens, same kind of cats as their mother.

<p class="MsoNormal">I lifted the grown cat. Its ribs were visible. It struggled, but not much. It soon relaxed in the warmth of my woolen gloves.

<p class="MsoNormal">Emily asked me what it was. She squatted down and picked up one of the kittens. I called the others. We put the kittens into socks, their head stuck out. It may seem cruel, but it was to keep them warm. We wrapped the mother in warm clothes. We took them home.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kyle and Ben were really excited to see them. Looking at them smiling and stroking the kittens’ back brought me joy. You don’t get to see many moments like these anymore, so you enjoy them while you can.

<p class="MsoNormal">I went out the back door, and searched in the snow for our bags of meat and fish. It was sort of our way of freezing and preserving them. I found them and took two strips of fish out. We were saving them, but these cats needed it more. I tied a knot in the plastic bag and buried it in the snow again.

<p class="MsoNormal">As I was leaving, I noticed a snow covered car parked just outside the alley. I had never noticed it before. I had seen many abandoned cars but this one I hadn’t seen before. Maybe I just hadn’t noticed it before. I ignored it and went inside.

<p class="MsoNormal">Greg lit two candles with matches as I put the fish fillets on a pan and held it above the two flames. My arm hurt and I only heated it enough for it to be edible by the cats. I blew out the candles and opened the back door for some of the smoke to escape. I closed it after a few seconds as it was really cold.

<p class="MsoNormal">I gave one fillet to the mother and the other for the kittens to share. I poured a bowl of milk for them and I took a long drink out of the carton. Nobody said anything, things like these didn’t bother us hat

<p class="MsoNormal">We sat around in the light of the lantern while Kyle and Ben stroked the kittens, their mother watched over them and I was busy writing this. All I ate were two protein bars.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 79, Night

<p class="MsoNormal">As usual, I lay wide awake on the cold while everybody else slept. I felt a pair of small paws on my face. I was startled, then I realised that it was one of the kittens. I fumbled for my small pocket flashlight, and when I found it, shone it onto the floor. I didn’t shine it on the kitten as it would hurt its eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">The kitten stepped back, for some reason I smiled. I got up from bed and began my regular charade. I lit the lantern, took a piss, grabbed this journal and sat by the boarded window.

<p class="MsoNormal">The kitten curled up in my lap, and its eyes shut. The other two were sleeping cuddled up next to their mother.

<p class="MsoNormal">Outside, few flakes of snow dropped onto and the silhouette of a beast moved in the distance. Its jaw jutted out. Its white fur appeared a dark shade in the dim light of the partially hidden moon.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 82

<p class="MsoNormal">The past three days were unworthy of recording. Little to nothing happened. We did not leave the grocery store. We had enough supplies to last us some while. Although some day, these were going to run out. What would we do then?

<p class="MsoNormal">The cat and kittens had regained their health. Toda we did go out. We went to a supermarket.

<p class="MsoNormal">Many food items had already expired so we had to be careful in what we took.

<p class="MsoNormal">But that wasn’t the highlight of today. When we were trudging in the snow, we heard a whimpering. I followed it ignoring the other’s rejections at me checking it out.

<p class="MsoNormal">A black dog, frail and bony was half buried in the crisp snow. It could have just gotten out, but it was too weak. It was suffering from hypothermia. The poor dog shook violently in the cold. its head drooped down and touched the snow. When it saw us, it tried to lift his head, but because of weakness was unable to do so. It let out a small moan.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We need to put it out of its misery.” I don’t remember who said that, but I wanted to kill them for saying such a thing. Alas, they were right.

<p class="MsoNormal">The only reason why didn’t want to do it was that I was a huge animal lover, and I had a pet dog that was consumed by a beast when the invasion started.

<p class="MsoNormal">I petted the dog’s head. I said something to him. I think it was “Good boy.” I raised the gun to its head. The barrel touched it’s skull. It’s pupil’s moved toward me, a pained look in them. I fought back tears.

<p class="MsoNormal">When the trigger was pulled, a deafening sound erupted. I had expected the recoil of the gun but wasn’t ready for it.

<p class="MsoNormal">The white ice was painted crimson. Our eyes scanned the surroundings but nothing shifted except the pale, grey clouds in the grey sky.

<p class="MsoNormal">After that we went to the supermarket. We took as many food items as we could carry and went back to our hideout.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 82, Night

<p class="MsoNormal">While scanning the surroundings at night, I made a terrible realization. The snow-covered car I had seen before wasn’t a car, it was one of the beasts. I realized this as a beast was wandering outside our store this night. It was the same size as the car, which made me realize this. It may have gotten a glimpse of me, but hopefully not, these creatures’ eyesight was terrible, they relied mostly on their sense of hearing and smell.

<p class="MsoNormal">When I saw it, I couldn’t believe a beast had ventured so close go our hideout, and fear set in my bones, my mind could not think of another thing but the fear of losing our home to a beast, it would be a miracle if I can catch some sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 83

<p class="MsoNormal">The black blood on my gloves has dried but from it emanates the most repulsive and disgusting odor, but before I forget, I have to jot this down.

<p class="MsoNormal">There were some things that we wanted to get from the supermarket that we didn’t take because we couldn’t carry. Today we went there again.

<p class="MsoNormal">After taking the objects, we were about to leave, when I heard a small purr-like sound. I stopped to listen. The others noticed this and called me but I told them to shut up. I listened. There it was again. I followed it down to an aisle that was trashed.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was in the corner, behind a mound of ripped milk cartons. When I approached it, my shoes made a thud on the floor and it, hearing it, crawled back. A baby of the beasts. The others scanned the supermarket, no adult roamed around, it had probably gone scavenging for food.

<p class="MsoNormal">I slowly stretched my arm behind the cartons. It swung with its claw, but its claws hadn’t become sharp yet. I pulled my arm back.

<p class="MsoNormal">“David, let’s go!” I didn’t respond to the slightly annoyed yell at me. Instead I put my hand on the back of the baby and started to stroke its fur. It crawled out of the back of the carton mound, its paws made small ripples in the puddle of stale milk. It was as big as my forearm.

<p class="MsoNormal">My friends watched in awe-struck silence as the beast began to trust me.

<p class="MsoNormal">I continued to stroke its back as it grew comfortable with my touch. Slowly, gently, I brought my hand up on its furry little body. It might have been cute, if it had not been blessed with the cream colored gorilla head. My hatred for its race took over and I let my anger control my actions. Emotion

<p class="MsoNormal">My grip around its neck tightened. It let out a squeak and struggled against my grip. Its efforts were in vain, it was only a couple of days old and not very powerful.

<p class="MsoNormal">It strenuously opened its drool filled mouth. The small points of fangs poked out of its gums. Saliva dripped out of its mouth and into the puddle of milk as a choking sound escaped its throat. I dropped my bag of food and clutched its throat with my free hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">I lifted it by the neck with both hands, its hind legs swayed lifelessly beside it, but I knew it still had some life in it. I dragged my right hand upwards on its body and clutched its head. With pure hatred and aggression, I thrust its skull downwards.

<p class="MsoNormal">I felt oddly euphoric as I heard the crunch of the beast’s skull shatter, as it splintered into multiple pieces of bone. I sat staring at the corpse for a while, then I swiftly picked up my backpack and ran out, yelling to my friends, “Let’s go! Its mother will be here soon!” They knew I was right but for a minute they stood there, eyes wide and mouth hanging open at the horror I had committed. They might not even have believed that someone like me would do that had they not witnessed it.

<p class="MsoNormal">After a while, they followed me home.

<p class="MsoNormal">Once there, Emily scolded me, “Are you nuts?! Why would you kill it? What is wrong with you?!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Flabbergasted at her outburst, I yelled in reply “You’re the one that’s nuts! That thing destroyed your life! It killed your parents, everyone you loved, and now you’re defending it?!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“It didn’t do any of that! Other beasts did! This was just a baby!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s race did that, though, didn’t it?” Emily saw no point in arguing further with me, and knew that the noise would only attract unwanted attention, but I wouldn’t admit my mistake. If it wasn’t for me, that thing would have grown up and become a killing machine like the others.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 86

<p class="MsoNormal">We set out again today for supplies. There weren’t many places left nearby to go to, so we had to travel farther. It was already hard enough to trudge in the deep snow even when we didn’t have to travel far. Now it was just hell.

<p class="MsoNormal">When we reached the building, the wearisome sensation I had after the first few minutes of walking had intensified into a burning pain. I felt like I couldn’t take one more step if my life depended on it.

<p class="MsoNormal">After a few minutes of kneeling in the snow and labored breathing, I turned my head upwards toward the derelict building in front of me. The name had faded off, in its place a single letter. An ‘S.’ Once a bold red, now just an irregular outline. The door had been torn down, a hole in the wall, bigger than the door, replaced it, undoubtedly a beast attack.

<p class="MsoNormal">We headed inside. It was, for some reason, warmer than the world outside. A putrid stench greeted us. Even through the ski-masks, the stink incited us to gag.

<p class="MsoNormal">All the shelves in sight were toppled over onto the floor. We walked through the store, eyes scanned the floor as we went about. Crushed cans of food, their contents leaking out, shards of glass along with other damaged objects lay scattered throughout the area of the store.

<p class="MsoNormal">We couldn’t find a single piece of food or frozen drink. Have we come all this way for nothing, was what ran through my mind. This thought was blown from my mind as we reached the source of the malodor. Emily, being the sissy she was, ran away sobbing, hands covering her face.

<p class="MsoNormal">I had, before this ordeal, considered myself a person with a strong stomach yet today I would have puked at the horrid sight, but since my stomach was empty, all that came out was a strained gag.

<p class="MsoNormal">In front of us lay a shirtless human. His belly was cut open. Dried streams of blood ran down its side. The blood had turned brown with age. Intestines spilled out of his cut, but what was worse was that they had been chomped on, and teeth marks were imbedded into it. The head faced us, lips parted, as if letting out a final scream. His lifeless blue eyes looked straight at me, wide open, which made the sight even more unsettling.

<p class="MsoNormal">I heard a small scurry of feet.

<p class="MsoNormal">‘Food.’ It came in a whisper. We were dealing with a human. A deranged one. Out of the shadows it came. It. It crawled into the light. It wore no clothes except blood stained boxers which led me to believe it was male. Skinny. Its arms looked as if they were bones wrapped in skin. It was as if he had no meat on his bones. Its ribs protruded visibly out of its chest. Its hair was a thinning tangled mess that swayed violently as it advanced. What was most frightening was its face. Its cheek bones were disturbingly visible. Its thin lips hung open, revealing crooked, dirty teeth.

<p class="MsoNormal">Its eyes were the worst part. It seemed to have lost all intelligence. As I looked into its eyes I felt as if the thing in front of me was not a human, but a soulless monster, incapable of emotion.

<p class="MsoNormal">It approached Zach, crawling on all fours. The others were too petrified to react. As it was face to face with Zach, it extended its jaw further and motioned as if it was about to leap. A loud bang was heard and the human collapsed onto the ground. I had shot it.

<p class="MsoNormal">The others turned to me. Their eyes were wide, with shock or fear, I am still unsure. They didn’t say much, they knew the person was a deranged cannibal, and might have killed them had I not reacted. Nevertheless, Emily, being the bitch she is, gave me a long talking to, which I did my best to ignore.

<p class="MsoNormal">The only thing we found that was consumable was a packet of chips. The wrapper had frozen and hardened and the chips inside were probably cold and tasted disgusting, but we took it, still.

<p class="MsoNormal">I can’t believe I had come all the way here in nearly knee deep snow, with my legs hurting like hell, all for a packet of freezing cold chips that probably tasted like buttfuck.

<p class="MsoNormal">After a short rest, we trudged all the way back to our hideout.

<p class="MsoNormal">The cats had taken a shit, Ben took a few of our unused tissue papers, and scooped it up. He threw it outside, and then cleaned the rest with a wet tissue paper. He said from now on, we had to take turns doing this repulsive chore.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 87

<p class="MsoNormal">Today the others set out again, I didn’t though. I didn’t want to, if I had to walk more than I did yesterday, I’d rather stay in and take my chances with a slowly depleting food supply.

<p class="MsoNormal">The others tried to persuade me to come with them, but they couldn’t make me come with if there was a hot supermodel wanting to fuck me.

<p class="MsoNormal">So, they went searching for food while I stayed back with the kids. As soon as they left, I laid my head back and tried to get some shut-eye. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t sleepy, just tired, if that makes sense.

<p class="MsoNormal">The cat was breastfeeding her babies, while Kyle and Ben were having a quiet conversation about superheroes and movies.

<p class="MsoNormal">I sat up and filled these uneccesary details of the day into my journal.

<p class="MsoNormal">I had an energy bar and gave one to Kyle and Ben each. The cats got more of our depleting supply of meat.

<p class="MsoNormal">When the others got back, they were pale with fear, I asked them what happened, and they told me they were almost killed by a pair of the beasts.

<p class="MsoNormal">They said they were on there way, returning, when a deafening roar burst into the air. They turned their heads to discover two beasts, separated from them by only a few feet, fighting. Claws swung in the air, puncturing the skin and flesh of the beasts.

<p class="MsoNormal">When the fighting became more violent, they tried their best to flee. Their legs were tired, but they carried on without protest; their lives were at stake. Greg was unable to hold his curiosity and turned around to see one of the beasts’ sharp fangs burying themselves into the neck of the other. Thick, black blood stained its white fur and trickled down to the pallid snow.

<p class="MsoNormal">Cannibalism. That word seemed so odd as it rolled off my tongue. Yet it suited the actions of the beasts so much. Their food source (other living creatures) was decreasing. A few trees, probably no more than a few hundred, had survived that provided the entirety of the planet with oxygen with the little sunlight that reached our savage planet. These beasts did not seem to be herbivores, and food was decreasing, so they resorted to cannibalism. Much like some of the humans.

<p class="MsoNormal">They didn’t bring much food back with them either. But they had cat litter.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 88

<p class="MsoNormal">I ventured out with the others today, at least it wasn’t as boring as sitting around. In just one day I had become unused to the cold outside. Not much time had passed before I found myself shivering in the biting wind.

<p class="MsoNormal">If I thought the last time I went outside was tiring, it was nothing compared to today. It felt like hours as we trudged in the deep snow. We finally reached a store. The atmosphere inside was no less eerie than the outside. Adding to that, I felt suffocated inside, like there was not enough oxygen. In reality, there was not much oxygen anywhere but we had gotten used to it. The oxygen inside this place was even less.

<p class="MsoNormal">I sat down in a corner. I could make out the sillhuettes of my friends slowly moving around the store in the dark, like a silent ritual. I just sat in the corner. Watching them, resting my aching legs. My legs throbbed with pain, each time it felt like my legs were telling me that it was a mistake to come here.

<p class="MsoNormal">After a while, I got up to help them getting the supplies. Cleaned up a few shelves, but it was hell to carry back.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tonight we ate canned fruit, I used to hate fruit, now it tastes like it dropped out of heaven.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 89

<p class="MsoNormal">Zach fell sick with some sort of disease, yellow spots grew on his skin and he said they ‘tingled.’ Was it from exposure to something in the store?

<p class="MsoNormal">We let him stay and rest while he hopefully recovered, and Emily stayed back to take care of him as the children couldn’t do that. She had always had a thing for him and she also probably wanted to avoid taking the tedious trek on which we were about to go.

<p class="MsoNormal">We went back to the store we had went to yesterday, and cleaned out the rest of the shelves.

<p class="MsoNormal">When we came back, Zach was in a worse condition than before. His skin was dry and the yellow spots on his skin had grown into patches. His breathing was also very labored.

<p class="MsoNormal">Whatever had infected him was killing him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 90

<p class="MsoNormal">Zach died today. I had seen this coming but there was a tiny sliver of hope, of wanting, that he would survive.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was undoubtedly tragic, but something worried me more than that. Was it contagious?

<p class="MsoNormal">If he was infected, wouldn’t we be infected as well, through him, or through the thing that infected him?

<p class="MsoNormal">We didn’t even have a proper funeral for him, we just opened the back door to out hideout, and lay him outside in the snow. We didn’t put much effort into covering him with snow. Poor guy.

<p class="MsoNormal">Day 92

<p class="MsoNormal">Everything went to shit today. Beside me is sitting Emily, barely conscious, barely alive. The bleeding looks like it has stopped but I can’t properly tell through the bandages.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was supposed to be a regular scavenger hunt like any other, instead, things went wrong, horribly so.

<p class="MsoNormal">This time, we went to another store, thankfully this one was closer than the past few, I don’t know why we hadn’t noticed it before. Jason saw it and saved us from a long journey of trudging in snow. But it held something far more sinister.

<p class="MsoNormal">There was a truck sized hole in the side which warned us of what was to come, but we should have cared more. We went in anyway.

<p class="MsoNormal">When we went in, I noticed three things:

<p class="MsoNormal">The shelves and everything were knocked over.

<p class="MsoNormal">There were various items, including food, scattered on the floor, still usable and edible.

<p class="MsoNormal">There was a beast lying on the floor, asleep.

<p class="MsoNormal">We all knew as soon as we saw it, that we should leave immediately. All of us, except for Jason. He argued that the beast was sleeping and that if we were quiet, we could get some supplies without getting eaten.

<p class="MsoNormal">He had no idea how wrong he was.

<p class="MsoNormal">All of us tried to tell him how insane he sounded, but he wouldn’t live. I’ve come to realise that to survive in this land, you need to be insane. This was not the case today. Eventually, Greg gave in to Jason’s argument, but Emily and I were still skeptic.

<p class="MsoNormal">They teased us for being afraid, but we still wouldn’t go. So they went on their own, despite our objections. We waited outside for a while. Then we heard the clatter of something dropping to the ground, followed by a deafening roar. We were fucked.

<p class="MsoNormal">Screams erupted from inside, mixed with the roars of the beast.

<p class="MsoNormal">Emily was going inside, I stopped her, told her not to go. She asked me how I could abandon my friends, and called me a ‘selfish coward’ before proceeding to enter the store. I felt I should run but guilt clawed at me until I finally went in.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was met with Jason being devoured limb from limb, and Greg lying on the floor, one leg bitten off. The blood had dried quickly in the cold.

<p class="MsoNormal">The blood stained neck of the beast moved as it turned its head to face me and a shivering Emily. I knew we shouldn’t have come here. It grunted. It ran toward us. Emily was frozen in place, and she would have gotten torn to shreds but I pulled her arm, and that suddenly re-animated her.

<p class="MsoNormal">I was too late. While she wasn’t killed, she was injured badly, her right leg had fallen victim to the beast’s claw. She collapsed screaming in pain.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then, I did the stupidest thing in my life. I swiftly turned, and shot at the beast. The bullets pierced its white fur. It winced but its massive frame still advanced toward us, although slower.

<p class="MsoNormal">I kept shooting, bullet holes kept appearing in its white fur and thick, black blood seeped down. When it was directly in front of me, my bullet pierced its grey, ugly head, I had thought it might have killed me, but I killed it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Emily squirmed on the ground in pain. She had lost a lot of blood. It seems wrong, but I took off the jacket Greg had on and wrapped it around Emily’s leg. I wrapped it over her pants. She winced, but it stopped the blood leakage. I supported her most of the way home but she fainted on the long way. I had to carry her the rest of the way. By the time we reached it, I had become so tired that I almost collapsed.

<p class="MsoNormal">I got a bottle of water, drank some and then I poured the rest of it over her leg. It took me a while to find the unused bottle of antiseptic. I cleaned her leg with it, and wrapped a bandage around it. She woke up, and moaned in pain. I found some painkillers and gave them to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">Now here I am. This may well be the last time I write in this journal.

<p class="MsoNormal">I just looked outside, a beast lumbered around our home, it’s eyes scanned the door every few seconds.

<p class="MsoNormal">It knew that we were in here.

<p class="MsoNormal">Emily died. Whether it was of blood loss or something else, I don’t know. I’m leaving this place.

<p class="MsoNormal">Went outside careful of beasts and grabbed all out meat, cooked it (took a lot of time and there’s a lot of smoke here now) and fed the cats, Ben and Kyle and myself. Grabbed our packs and filled them with as much supplies as I could. The cats went in Emily’s wool gloves and boots, then I carefully placed them in the packs, open just enough for them to receive oxygen enough to breathe.

<p class="MsoNormal">We are about to set out. <ac_metadata title="Lengthy Diary/Journal pasta"> </ac_metadata>