Date: 10th February 1946
Time: 12:03 PM
It's been four days since the humans violence worsened. Just today, they gave my brother two long cuts on his arm. Me? I had a good stabbing in the leg. I could still walk, but it still hurts as hell. No hospitals would agree to help us; they never did in the first place. And so, we were stranded in the open by ourselves. Without any other option, we tended to our own "equipment" by wrapping some dirty cloths around our injuries to stop the bleeding. We weren't able to eat anything good for the past few days, other than foxes and chickens.
Shit...
I just WISH that someone would rescue us from this hellhole of a planet, and treat us better than we're treated today...
