Okay, i’m back. I killed a bunny.
…because I, like, wanted to kill the first thing I saw. Thought that would be sorta obvious, but i’m clarifying just in case. I’ve been sorta mad lately. The more I think about what this apocalypse took from me, the more I realize that my survival is a curse, and not a blessing. I miss my job. I miss my family. I miss my cousin Dante. He was the best, even if he didn’t talk. He was in the rebellion against those Inkperials, but he disappeared sometime around Christmas. Probably doing something better than what i’m doing. Wherever he is, it’s better than the hell I am experiencing currently.
Anyways, I have a plan. It’s not a very good plan, could get me killed, but it’s better than any other plan i’ve got. It involves a spaceship and a huge amount of confidence. Wish me luck, i’m gonna go find my way back.