Tonight it was windy, I could smell some terrible rotting thing out on the rooftop, but I supposed it was a dead rat or something, John has being better, but rambling about things I cant' understand since that night....

....I try to talk to him but it's useless, it doesn't even seem the same person anymore, it goes out a lot and leaves me alone here but returns without no food nor water, we are running out of those by the way....that could really be a problem since I really-really don't want to go out....but I'll have to do it if he doesn't bring anything by tomorrow....

....I'm really scare now, sitting in the dark, he is messing and whispering to himself wile reading some documents on a briefcase, the same one ho had the injection....he hasn't said a word on that neither....he doesn't let me check he's temperature nor anything, so I'm just sitting in the dark, alone, afraid, writing this, on a diary I've found among the trash scattered here and there inside this place {my laptop run out of battery, luckily my camera will survive for a few more ...months?}, ...I want to help him, but I really, really don't know how....I don't even know what's going on anymore, but this isn't was supposed to be, that's for sure....

to anyone reading this, I hope to be back on home by the time you find this....

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