Day 3.

Kenny and his friends revolted. The mutinous bastards. They said they didn't like the way I was cutting down trees for my fires. I killed them and cut them open, then drank their juices. Victory never tasted sweeter. He was starting to get a little husky. Cut down all the coconut trees I could find so I could prevent his sons from planning revenge.

There's almost nothing to eat around here. Anything I can find is either inedible, or barely edible. However, I did collect a the coconuts and kept them in a makeshift store I dug yesterday. I found a packet of grape seeds nearby, appears to be man-made. This means there may be other salvageable goods in the area, or maybe even better, survivors! But that aside, I planted the grape seeds in the ground, hopefully they will bear fruit that aren't as mutinous as coconuts.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.