repeating days

days seemed to go by slower

FUCK YOU ITS EITHER THIS OR NO END 

it was just breaking a couple of wooden blocks with a iron axe how hard could that be?

apparently a iron axe was much heavier than a wooden one, so with each swing tommy took his stamina went down faster and faster until every coupe of swings he was gasping for air sweat drenched him and the midday sun baked him alive at that point tommy was exhausted and tired he wanted noting more than a break from all this work.

but as always if he took a break his mind would certainly wander and he would start wanting to look at the timer if it even changed, so through the midday heat the terrible smell of sweat and his fatigue and exhaustion combined he pulled through god knew how much the kid worked and it seemed that as if it paid of because within a couple of hours his inventory was lined with stacks upon stacks of wood.

the sun was still high but the forest only got darker the further he went into it, yet the young boy didn't notice it maybe it was because of the heat melting his thought prosses or maybe it was that he was simply too exhausted to notice the change  anyhow that small difference made a whole lot change for the worse.

Tommy started to settle into a retheme of chopping down trees killing any animals he came across by and going over to the next tree, the heat had lessened a bit so it was easier for him to work but the haziness you feel on hot summer days when outside didn't settle  and as before Tommy's mind was in a haze doing things by auto not on full alert.

oh how wrong that was because as tommy moved to the next tree a pair of eyes where looking at him from the shadows the eyes just staired waiting for tommy to fuck up, Tommy meanwhile didn't notice them and continued log by log removing the small forest next to his wooden box but as he got to the last log of that tree his heat fogged mind fucked him up and right before the log broke his axe slipped from his sweaty hands and fell onto the floor.

that was what the pair of eyes waited for, the trees where somewhat close and the leaves provided the perfect amount of shade for lets say a mob of corse tommy docent notice it because of his fogged off mind focusing on picking up his iron axe, little did he know that a green monster was slowly inching closer to him.

tick tick tick it made the sounds but Tommy's head was still spinning a bit from the heat and work he was doing ,his ears ringing just loud enough to conceal the walking sounds and all it took was one moment.

just a moment.

tisk a light fuse like sound rang through the forest.

and it was all that tommy needed for him to realize he is fucked.

he would need to pull out his shield within a second but his shield  was in his inventory unequipped he would need at least two seconds the second option was right, a the last log he didn't cut down was a bottom log he could dive for it and hide behind that it would fully protect him if he did it right.

so that's what he did he dove to the log on the ground, the creeper behind him exploded.

pain erupted in his legs.

he didn't fully make it.

he hit his head.//

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My memories fade.

fade and fade the only memories i have of my family are gone the only reason why i remember them is just because of the poorly drawn sketches and names scratched inro the first pages of this book.