1:59 AM
I woke up this morning, and prepared the canned food to eat for breakfast. I opened it put it in a bowl and woke Mike up. He's injured pretty bad, his ankle got twisted and now he's having a fever. I took the bow and arrows and had a little practice and went back to Mike. Hope you get well soon. I barricaded the entrances and windows, and got some barbwires running around them. "Mike I don't know what to do." I whispered to myself, but of course he didn't answer. It's been almost 36 hours and he's still lying down here. I didn't know what to do. "I'll be back, I promise." I said to him. I went out with the bow and arrow, a crowbar and my backpack. Perhaps I could find some aid kit or some more food for him I thought. So off I went, I searched every single store but they were all the same. Food, water, food, water, though they are useful, all I really needed was a gauze and some fucking tylenols. That's when I decided to go through some small alley. I saw a craze, sleeping, I thought this was my chance to try my ability. Pull the arrow backward, aim to the head, and. I fucking missed and I woke that fucker up. I'm fucked, I thought. I ran as fast as I could and I went up some ladder that leads to the top of the building. I went down the attic, and lohombehold, a drugstore. Just what I fucking need. I took all the drugs, meds, gauze, and everything I needed (basically everything.) then I went back to the garage. I boiled some water for Mike, and gave him 2 pills of Tylenols. He drank it and went back to sleep. I hope he'll get better soon because I don't know what to fucking do without him. I gotta make sure this building will hold until he's feeling better. I'm sorry Mike.
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