July 2 – 3:07 AM
I ran all last night. Ran and ran and ran. There are no walls out there, only darkness. She can't follow if there are no walls for her to hid in. I ran but I couldn't run away from you. You still there, your dreams whispering in my head. Your memories. Your thoughts. Buzzing like bees between my ears. I can't outrun you. I wish I could.
P.S. I ate the last of the food.
On the next page, there is a rather technical looking sketch of a young woman, approximately mid twenties, with dark hair and pale skin.