The past three days have been rough. I just been drinking my juggles. What can I say. I can't fight this. No matter how many times I kill and fight. It won't bring my family back.
So that is why I'm wasting my life drinking juggles in the forest. Cabiov was rushed to a healing station and is in terminal condition.
I finished my juggle and dropped to the ground. I feel so weak. I look in my pocket for a J-Cigar and….
It was a drawing Smike made for me when he was three years old…
Yor my hero!
I puckered up. I began to cry.
But…
Then something just snapped, something inside of me…
I broke the juggle on my head. Went towards the nearest military base.
No time for losing.