Today I was on an adventure to NewZeland. I was going with my best friend. When we landed in NewZeland we left our plane in the middle of a runway, not a soul there to great us. I had a bad feeling about coming to NewZeland. So being on a plane for 14 hours fills up your bladder fast so i went to a outhouse and went to the bathroom. When I got back My best friend Mark was gone no where to be found. I said," This is not funny man." This concerns me, I checked the plane but nothing. So I told the pilot to leave and he did. I started to freak out. I brought camping supplies like a gun. When I started calm down I felt the lonely guilt in my stomach drifting closer and closer to crazy. I was alone no phones, no food, or nobody to talk to. The guilt of the loneliness so I searched everything. I stood up and watch as the plane disappeared in the harazion. I started to walk towards a convenience store. I turned the corrner and saw Mark. He was upside down with he guts spilled out and his intstents spelled, "leave now!" His eyes were dangling by cords and a crow was picking at his eyes. His brain was in half on the ground. I threw up everything I ate on the trip here and after I threw up I started to look around for who ever did this but not a person in sight. I started to think how this would have happened to him. So after thinking about that i gave him a proper burial. I went on to an abondon convenice store. The buliding was half towrn down. Same as all the building I have seen. So I had to build my own little shack. So I scavanged the rest of the houses for the stuff to use for my shack. While I was sleeping my shack caught fire. So I will now just make a camps for now own. I will leave a not to who ever finds this land.
If you dare enter to stay perpare yourself for the worst.
Sinserely,
Thoes before you
So I have nothing to fear but the shadow of lonlyness creaping closer. So Now I'm leaving this life be where. *Takes own life with shotgun*.
