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I just got back from the groceries. I'm lucky to be alive and lucky to even have found food. We have a guest with us now though, which I don't think was a good idea. It's enoguh hassle taking care of one girl but two? I believe her name was Angela Pleasant. She was only a kid, I couldn't leave her behind. I found her locked in a bathroom at the groceries. She was crying and afraid. She told me all about how her parents
Lucy was so happy to see me again and also quite mad. I was away for quite a while, I don't blame her. She's munching on some chocolate right now. I better cook the dinner soon. Our food supply should last for a good while. The grocery store was almost all out. We almost took everything they had left. I guess it was a sort of good thing that I found Angela, she could carry extra food and she even had a rather deadly butchers knife! Too bad she didn't know how to use it. I just sure hope that
▲Lucy was so happy to see me again and also quite mad. I was away for quite a while, I don't blame her. She's munching on some chocolate right now. I better cook the dinner soon. Our food supply should last for a good while. The grocery store was almost all out. We almost took everything they had left. I guess it was a sort of good thing that I found Angela, she could carry extra food and she even a rather deadly butchers knife! Too bad she didn't know how to use it. I just sure hope that Nina Nina is alive and managed to get food. Until next time guys, remember to survive! - Jason Oh, and one last thing! I told Angela about my blog, so expect to see stuff from her! - Jason
==Week 1, Day 5, 14:46, August 11th, Angela==
So, this is my blog. I've been crafty enough to encript the entire thing. All my blog entries will unscramble if I don't update it every 24 hours, allowing anyone to read it if we've moved our base, or we've all died. I don't like people looking through my stuff.
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