April 23rd
When I awake from being knocked unconscious, which really freakinhurts by the way, I smell my surroundings before I see them. The shack smelled like rotting wood and mold. It still does. The shack is surrounded by forests (of course if your here reading this you know that already) I'm hiding behind a old crumbling empty bookshelf. The man is on the phone again mumbleing something. The man on the other end of the line must be really angry because I catch him yelling "why did they have to refer me to you Armondo Felipē Harringfeild. G2G byee. I have some buttons I will leave them in the direction that we go in when we leave.
