Dear Diary,
Today, I stumbled upon an abandoned gas station amidst the desolate landscape. Its crumbling facade spoke volumes of forgotten days as I approached with caution.
Peering through the grimy windows, I caught sight of two figures—a man and a woman—rummaging through the sparse remnants of supplies. Their hushed voices drifted on the breeze, blending with the rustle of leaves as they scoured for sustenance in a world stripped bare.
Though tempted to reveal myself, I remained concealed in the shadows, a silent observer of their movements. As they gathered their meager provisions, I waited patiently, anticipating the opportune moment.
In this harsh world, trust is a scarce commodity, and betrayal lurks in the darkness. And so, I remained vigilant, ready to seize any chance that may arise.
End of Diary Entry.