Dear Journal,
I have not only figured out what happened the day before the wedding, but am also attempting a great escape.
Apparently a bunch of cult members decided to eat the brownies I had with me.
Cue half the place stumbling around high and the non-high people having to subdue them.
Amidst the chaos, one guy stumbled in and tried to...do things to me. I'm weak right now, but so was he, so I managed to knock him out and took his gun.
I shot the chain on my leg a few times; the end is still attached to my ankle (which, might I add, is pretty fucked up from the last few days so I'm limping everywhere) and managed to sneak out.
Now I have to find a way out.
As for what happened a few days ago, I'm pretty sure I must have eaten some brownies and gotten high.
Damn.
Wait...
For fucks sake, why didn't I think to flip back pages sooner?
I'm an idiot——
An almost dead idiot!! I gotta try and get outta here!! I hear Tei!!
--Gumiya, Escape Artist Extraordinaire
