Entry 1.6: Pushing the limits They say diaries are for expressing your feelings. At this specific moment I feel like stabbing this glorified paper binder with my pencil and ripping it to shreds. This is the kind of fury you only experience once or twice in your awfully short lifespan. Since I can’t really destroy the one thing keeping me from screaming I will just write down what happened.
Last night Naomi came home from work even more disgusting and exhausted then usual. When I asked about her day she told me she couldn’t remember anything except for heading to work. She went to bed immediately after our little conversation and fell asleep almost instantly.
I have been a member of the mob long enough to know this is the effect of being drugged; an awful thing to happen when you are a pretty girl in living in an apocalyptic wasteland. Luckily for me, I know a guy that can help me out with this. Sadly for the Deader, this man isn’t about rainbows and sunshine. He is more the Gun and Kill type.
Thanks to James, I had a little bit of dirt on my dear boss. Time to go pay him a visit. -Mika