My wound, though treated, refuses to heal and I can already see the spores manifesting inside the teeth marks. They are a sickly black spatter so far.
I have theorized the probability of mind over matter. I think often about if I could use my will and stay myself a little longer. Prolong it a few days or if I am strong enough, a few weeks.
I am hungry. I have not eaten anything since that chipmunk a few days back. He was so small and did not fill me up in the slightest. Insects do not sound that bad at this point.
Thirst is not a problem for me, for I am smart enough to take a flask with me during the apocalypse. I leave it open when it rains so that I can at least collect a water that is relatively clean.
As I approach a sturdy tree and intend to climb it and rest for the first time in a week, I hope that I am able to sleep dreamlessly.
-G.G.
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