I'm sweating like a hog. I already took off my jacket and wrapped it around my head to stop the sun from beating down into my eyes.
I figure I will use this blog to chronicle my survival and my eventual revenge. I'm not even going to the police. I'm just going to kill whoever did this to me. Maybe torture them first.
Except I don't see any roads. No freeways, no cars, no signs of life at all. How could they have brought me all the way out here? Did they fly me out here and then fly away?
Where the fuck am I?
-- April Chase
Nice and vengeful. If you don't die first, I figure you're going to be a nice little spitfire.
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