Entry 3, Day 1. I grow weary of my comrades. Theres talk of cannibalism. Greg grows hungry and thirsty, Lauren dropping our rations down the mountainside. Mary grows delusional as the hours blur together. I long for human interaction other than these crazy people. Greg narrowly avoided a cliff fall, and I still have no research. The wildlife grows more feral as night drags on. Benjamin insisting on slowing us down for fish and venison. These fools. Rachel was left behind long ago. It seems as though the pumas got her. Will we ever see her again? Who knows, but I must press on. All I have is hope.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 19:55:01 +0000
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