1There's not much to do on a flight. No movies, no TV, no nothing. Sure, there's the possibility that I could read a book, but they cost twenty-five cents and I'm not sure how much I need to hitch a ride, since I have $2.00 left over from buying all of those tickets. So I slept...at least for the flight to Tokyo. It's not like I slept last night.
Then after a while we landed and I, of course, got off. I have no idea what to do. Maybe I should have saved a little more and get a flight to Seoul, but I guess it's too late now.
When I planned this, I thought I could just step outside and find wilderness. But when I stepped outside, I found city, city, and more city. I also assumed that Tokyo was attached to the mainland. I was also wrong in that department. It's an island. So now I have to pay for ferry fare. Thank God it's not much I think...
God, I hope I have enough.
Now I'm on the mainland. I'm glad it cost only cost fifty cents in American money (although I think the money collector was a little peeved at me not bothering to exchange currency). Only problem is, that the ferry took me to the tip of South Korea. That's a little to far. Another bad part is that I have to walk. I can't find anybody to hitch with, so I'm walking for now.
Walking along for about two or three miles, (Give or take a mile or two) I FINALLY found an ox cart and driver. He agreed to take me to Seoul if I didn't mind him stopping on the way. I said that was find and we set off.
We didn't talk a lot about much, I remarked his fluent English (he said that he went to college in America, in Ohio!), and he remarked how pretty I was and etc. We discussed payment for a while, we decided that he would take the rest of my money. Pretty simple.
I guess that I should be worried, thinking to myself, but It's the only way at the moment to vent my thoughts, pretending that my mind's a journal/diary.
Then all of a sudden, I heard a noise about half way to Seoul. It was going like; BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! And etc. I figure that it wis a bombing. The driver is trying to avoid the shells or bombs, but I don't think he's going to make it. All of a sudden, I feel searing pain. It feels like having your hand on fire or ramming your head in a wall without a brace. Darkness is coming, at least to me and I think...that I'm...going...to...consent...
A/N: I'd like to know the spelling of the town that the 4077th's in. I know how to pronounce it, not how to spell it.