I have walked East the entire night and well into the day without any new developments. I am paused on the side of the road to check myself and my supplies and write, of course.
Everything I have is functioning as it should. The status of the bite mark is stagnant, however it still throbs when I overly focus on it.
Status of mental health is normal or as normal as it can be in my situation. In other words, the infection has not corrupted my brain yet and according to my inferences, it will not for another month and a half.
Though the day draws to a swift close, I dare say I will be alright if I doze in the tall grass where none can gaze upon my sleeping form but those from above.
Goodnight, papa.
Goodnight, father.
Goodnight, honeybee.
-G.G.
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Science FictionI fear that this will be lost to time. However, if it remains preserved long enough for a healthy human being to come across it, I hope that it is of use. Whomever finds this, please utilize my words for research of the future. -G.G. (This journal...
