September 18

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I've decided to make this in dairy form.

Tuesday, September 18: A week from the fire

Dear Diary,

My family died that day. I know it was only a week ago but it still feels like last night. I didn't attend their funerals. I wouldn't be able to bear the thought of the nearby village burying empty coffins because the firemen couldn't recover their bodies. I, Diamond Arrow, have no home, no family, nothing. The only thing I was able to save from the fire was my birthday gift from Leaf: a blue bow which took him 3 months to make. The village gave me a iron helmet, and a backpack full of survival equipment, so I'll be able to make it to the city. It's my first night out in the wilderness on my own. I hear zombies outside my tent, so I better go to sleep before they find my light.

To a better life,
Diamond Arrow

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