> SUPPLY LEVELS
> RATIONS
> FOOD 64 DAYS
> WATER 64 DAYS
> SHIP
> FUEL 78 DAYS
> COOLANT 03 DAYS
> POWER 78 DAYS
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I'm still here. Slowly healing.
I really did think I would be dead
by now. It's a bit embarassing how
I wrote out those messages to my
friends. Seeing HOUND read the one
I wrote to him that day... he started
crying. So I started crying. I didn't
want to make him sad... though I suppose
that's sort of unavoidable when they
were all trying to keep me alive.
The only bad thing right now is that
my left leg is kinda rotting off.
Whatever, I genuinely don't care. I'm
alive and that's what matters. It does
stink to high fucking heaven though.
EVIE and the others are doing a bunch
of odd jobs around this town- which they've
just been calling "the town", I don't think
anyone here knows what it's actually called-
to save up money for a proper surgery for me
so that the infection doesn't kill me. Leg's
gonna have to get cut off. Again, I literally
do not care. Dragging this dead weight around
is just pissing me off at this point.
I've asked HOUND and SIREN if they will let me
help with the odd jobs and their answer was
> "Absolutely not! You need to rest!"
I don't want to rest, I want to HELP.
Though I suppose I won't be much help
to anyone until I recover. But I've just kinda
been laying in bed doing nothing. It's very
boring and I'm sick of it.
I've been able to catch up on some books that
I've been meaning to read for years now, so
that's good at least. I picked up Les Mis
first for some reason. And damn, they were
not kidding, that book was miserable.
