Diary of a Fox

Entry 6

May 31

Its been four days. We're running out of food. I'm hungry. I'm having terrible mood swings. And I still hate Harold.
We haven't seen a town for three days. So, naturally, food is becoming scarce. I keep wondering, is my family eating? Do they have electricity? Do they sleep with warm blankets, and a bed to sleep in?
If they do, I hate them too.
Anthony. I miss him. I keep on wondering why I didn't bury Rufus?
I have too many questions for my own good. I'm starting to sound like my friend Leigh.
Just the thought of everyone I know, gone. Instead, I'm stuck with Desperado(Zach always talks about his missing fiance' or whatever), Moody-two-shoes(Edward is always sulking), Mr. Annoying (Luis is so annoying), Mr. Hungry O' Neil, and Cheeky-Ooh-lalala-man.
Why did I ever let them come? I could have just killed them. I had a gun. Well, once I think of it, it only has one bullet. I keep telling myself it was because they know where my family is, but I have a feeling it isn't for that. Completely.
Great. Luis is starting to meow like a cat.
Everyone is going crazy, these days, aren't they?
I hope I'm still sane at the end of this.

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