Day 1
The Dobavions stormed in.
Everyone else was upstairs.
I was in storage and couldn't get out.
Footsteps. Screams. Metal scraping.
I have to stay quiet.
Day 2
Still hear it.
That screaming.
It won't stop...
Is everyone dead? Not yet?
I can't tell.
I'm sure Marillie is getting cozy by a warm fire.
Day 3
I smell rotten flesh through the door.
The footsteps are gone.
But the screams are closer.
I heard a lad...
But I forget his name.
Day ?
My hands are shaking.
I'm starving.
Who's behind the door?
Wind?
No, it's a voice.
(Last line, barely legible, scrawled near a smear of dried blood)
So much I didn't say...
If I could've seen your smile...just once more...
