I'm sorry.
But I'm not dead.
I sort of wish I was, though.
We lost a lot this past week, something with the water supply.
My dad put them down and I'm pretty sure it was the most awful thing i've ever experienced, and I?'ve been through a lot.
My dad sort of founded the camp. He feels responsible for all the people in it. He was a teacher... before. So he sort if feels all the kids my age are his students and he tries to keep us on some sort of schedule. We have classes when we're not hunting, but...
He tried. He tried really hard to save them but once it took them over, nothing could save them.
It was awful.
It can only get better from here, right?
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