We managed to get back to the port with out any issues, but it started pouring again. We could barley move, never mind see anything. So we are holding up in the bar beside the factory where dad is currently resting.
The rain is making it difficult to finish my duties, and we are running out of time. The helicopter will be leaving soon to get us.. if it can take off, I'm getting nervous about this.. I hope they don't crash.. or run out of gas.. or just can't make it. I just want to get away from Zoey.. as I am writing I can feel her eyes staring.. no GLARING at me... I wanna slap the look off her face... But the rain has let up a bit so we are going to bury dad now.
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His corpse was soggy and falling apart.. so we both had to carry him to some soft soil behind the bar... I didn't want her to touch him.. I didn't want her to be there... I DON'T want to her cry for him.. He is my dad.. not hers.. and she stole him from me.. I didn't even get to say good bye. But I know hating her won't bring daddy back, and he obviously cared about them all very much so me hating them wouldn't make him rest any easier... Easy.. heh nothing is easy anymore.
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Gas.. tones.. Food.. NONE. GAH.... So we are just gonna go back for now. and hopefully we will... Wait why do we need gas if the chopper is picking us up tomorrow..? She better not be planning anything against me..
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