chapter 3

I'm weak

That is the word that keeps coming at my head, I stand up and did my original plan; that is to look for food and any useful item.

There are some food at the refrigerator, I took all of it.

There's a can food emergency kit or first aid kit anything that is useful I out it in the bag and get out.

I walked straight to my house, washed my hands thinking what happened earlier I puke.

" I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I need to survive after all "

I take a shower to clean my body, I was afraid earlier if it wasn't for him slipping I'm probably dead by now.

After that I cooked and eat I look at the clock and it's still 1:00 pm, the word "I'm weak" came to my mind.

I grabbed the machete that is beside me, I walked to the living room and start to swing it.

After a few swing my hands are starting to hurt, but I don't have a choice, If I don't do this I'll die.