Well, it's been 2 days since I completely freaked out. So I'll tell you what happened, because I just found my notebook.
After the man told me he was surprised that I wasn't DEAD yet, I nearly fainted. Not because of the disease, but because at any moment there, I could've died.
I ran back to the old cabin, and slammed myself against the brown, wooden door. A few minutes after that, I heard a knock. I got up, and opened the door.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I want to apologize. I didn't mean to startle you like I did," he said.
"Well, you did. Now please go away!" I said.
After that he had told me that there was a little shop, where furniture was. It was all free, since nobody but him lived in the town. He also added, underneath his breath, that he should've charged me.
I headed to the shop and grabbed an old basket. I picked up a green microwave that was in perfect shape. I saw a nice bed, but there was NO way I would be able to pick that up myself. I ended up with a lot of things so I kept the basket with me to push home all of my things.
I decorated my new home, and realized it wasn't so bad. Maybe I could live here, I thought to myself. But today is my sick day. I've been coughing a lot. And sneezing. So yeah. Basically my day, yesterday.
