Day 3

OK. this is the third day.

the third day... when I locked myself up here with little to no chance of survival.

three days no food, no water, no company either.

I don't know how much days left for me here. I may do anything just for a quarter of a bread.

what's that? oh it's just another rat.... hmmm what if....

"a sound of a rat squeaking in fear while it got held up and violently slammed on the floor until it stopped breathing, after a brief moment a sound of someone eating a raw meat desperately"

thatsh delicioush!

"five minutes later"

ugh now I feel pain in my stomach, eating that damn rat wasn't a good idea after all, why the fuck did I eat it?!

no matter now, I'm sick and nothing can help me now!

Carl was right after all.

I should've listened to him at the bank, when he said I'm a scumbag for what happened.

I'm regretting my life right now and I can't do anything about it, I was greedy at the time and wanted the money all to myself.

I'll just sleep maybe it'll stop by itself.