Twenty First Entry
We finally reached Grand Pulse. I saw my first wild chocobo running through some grasslands, which was pretty exciting. Then a pack of wild dogs took it down and ate it, which was pretty horrifying. Lightning decided that since we're on unfamiliar terrain, we should scope the area for animals that can viciously maul us before making camp. The group split up, leaving me behind with the baby chocobo to get supplies. Because when you need supplies critical to your survival, you send a tender fourteen year old boy and a tiny defenseless bird into the untamed wild.
Not that I mind the chocobo for company. So far, it cheeps to let me know it's about to be eaten by bugs, but it's not exactly the kind of company I was banking on for conversation. I mean, I tried to talk to it, but I don't think it has the mental capacity to truly understand my complicated feelings about Snow. I tried explaining how I went from wanting to kill Snow to exact my revenge to wanting to kill Snow in the name of friendship, but the tiny bird only frantically cheeped, flapping it's wings as it ran in circles. I guess it wants in on killing Snow too...or it's trying to run away from a swarm of fire ants.
I hope I got enough coconuts for us to survive on. I've been recklessly throwing my manly ninety-eight pound frame at coconut trees because it's the only thing I found besides the hallucinogenic berries that made me think my hands were melting. I don't know how I'm going to carry everything back. If I were built like Snow, I wouldn't have a problem. But I'm not and that sucks. It's not like I'm not strong. I just know that I'm not as strong as everyone else. Thinking about it now, I can't help but feel like I might be slowing them down. I mean, they took one look at me and told me to gather supplies. No one bothered to ask if I wanted to go scout the area for any enemies. They look at me and see someone who needs protection, not someone who can protect.
I'm putting their lives in danger if I become a liability.
I should probably stop writing now since my brand is bothering me. It's been itching and burning me all day.