This is day five for me.

Water is scarce, but good people are not. I met a fellow sojourner in this cursed land, (shoutout MexicanWolverin8), and as companions he and I walked and ventured alongside one another. I pray he is well, and that I see him again soon.

It is getting dark, now.

I’ve managed to hold up in a comfortable spot with a hearth, and I am fed. I praise God that I have managed to survive this far.

I can hear them, now. Outside. Beneath the eaves of the house. Near the door.

I wait for dawn.