Journal Entry
Date: Day 263
Time: Around evening
Place: House no. 64
This is my first entry in this book since coming to this house.
I'm not sure how long this will be. Time isn't something we have in large amounts and every other second I write in this book means another second of preparation gone. However, I did help to put defences all over this place, so it should be quite secure.
Right now, I'm sitting at a desk, contently and comfortably writing this. Well, it is snowing outside, but it's warm here. Not snug-as-a-bug-in-a-bed warm, but just enough to feel comfortable and comfy. The sun doesn't shine much nowadays, especially now since it's winter, so I have to scourge around for items to survive these subzero temperatures.
Every time I write an entry down here, I get taken back to that place where it occurred. I don't know why that day replays in my head over and over again. Even after 552 days, which is about 1 year, 6 months and 3 days, I can still remember every single event clearly, the sounds, sights and smells - it's as if their stamped in my head. Is it a sense of nostalgia or what? I'm not really sure.
Anyways, let's get back to writing. It's just the two of us in the house right now. I finished my daily run in the morning, so there's no need to venture out of the house to look for more resources and supplies. We've already gotten enough from previous runs and our storage is slightly overflowing, so we should be okay for now. Unless she eats more than necessary, I don't think lack of food and water will be a problem.
Our biggest problem right now is our ammo and weapons. Recently, we've been encountering them more frequently. Now, we see more of them day after day, sometimes during runs or looking out of the window to see them out there. Thankfully, this house has an old bunker, which was probably somewhere back in the past. Maybe a war or something? We could use it to hide from them, but right now it's just storing some of our stuff. We can't bring a lot of things with us when we escape, so we packed all our essential items ahead so that we can pick them up and run. They aren't going to wait for you to put everything inside, you know?
Moving house was definitely a pain. Days of running have made it less hard, but that doesn't mean it's easy. Those things are much more physically stronger than us in every way, but at least they don't rank higher than us on the intelligence ladder. Even so, I wonder how we had survived for this long. Maybe luck or fate has something for us. Or maybe it's just for her. Definitely not me. Yep, totally.
We've long since given up on escaping this place and resigned ourselves to living out the rest of our lives here. All the inspirational talking I've heard and read about not giving up hope, the fight's not over yet, yada yada - it doesn't help. For me, I didn't choose the option of holding onto that small light that maybe, maybe someone's coming. Believe me, no one is.
Well, I should end soon. Time to wrap things up here and go back to help her out. Dinner will most likely be ready soon and I'm not eating cold food tonight! Don't worry, I'm not scared of her or anything, so I won't chicken out or anything. Hah hah, get it? We're eating chicken tonight, so chickening out? Get it? Hah hah…
...Well, it's funny, because the thing we're eating was originally a chicken. Bye.
Hikigaya Hachiman, signing off.