Dear, Hi, whatever Diary,
Shit, shut, shot. This is bad. This is very, very bad. How could I have done this!? I never should have come into the retreat when I knew. I knew they would come. How could they not? I killed their leader. Well at least that's what they believe. You see, last time I was out here I ran out of food and had to go out hunting. For a normal adventurer this would be fine; but I'm different. I hate hunting and killing innocent animals. It makes me feel like a murderer. Watching the life bleed out of animals hurts me more than it should. Wow, that was off topic. Anyway, while I was hunting I stumbled upon a human lying in the weeds. When I had reached them, it was to late. The man, who had dark black hair and many wrinkles, was dead. He appeared to have died from old age, but one can never be sure out here. Not being used to death, I instinctively screamed. Before I could react farther, I heard rustling and was quickly surrounded by about 20 young(and handsome) men with pointy sticks. The men grabbed me and forced me to walk to their camp. When we got there, it finally sank in what was going on. I realized I need to react, and asked to use the restroom. They allowed me to go alone, and that is why I am still alive. I ran, like a coward. I ran far, far away. And now I've come back. They found us; they must have seen our fire. Fire, fire, fire. I hate fire. It destroyed everything in this camp, and probably Klarsey also. I suppose I should work through what happened, as to put my mind in sorts. To begin, as I was running away, from the fire this time, I didn't think to look back. I didn't think to make sure the stupid boy I brought out here was behind me. He must have not been, because when I finally stopped, he wasn't there. I didn't know if he died or got lost, so I waited until the fire seemed to die down and began walking back. Normally, I would wait a few days. But I needed to find this boy. I couldn't leave a poor innocent human to burn to death if there was anything I could do. So I walked back to camp, looking for the inevitable body along the way. I mean, how could he have lived!? When I got here, everything was smoldering. The only things that didn't turn to ash we're this book, a couple of pens and a water purifier. (Yes, I do write in books out here. No where to plug in anything else.) But there wasn't a body. He wouldn't have burned that fast if this was his dying place. Which means he is either dead somewhere else or alive and lost. That also means I have to find him before the Society can. Because if they get him I cant imagine what they would do as punishment. Great. I have to protect myself and someone I can't locate. This will be so much fun. Oh dear, I must go, as the sun is dying down. I'll keep you updated as soon as I have a chance.
Byebye love,
Molly Black xox
