My last journal

Im about to die, Crossfire.

After 5 days of 38-39c degrees fever and crippling pain in the gut, Im out of painkillers and liquids. I think the next night will be my last and I will not see the Sun raising anymore. Everyone writing in this journal is invited to funeral. I will still try to cheat Death and fight this disease.

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Be a poor old man, my only home is a cave I hide from the monsters in. Torches, only two, give the cave barely light it up, I etch out a living here somehow.

My only valuable belonging is my old wooden sword, it is what has allowed me to live for so long. I can still see the day when my father gave me that sword, the day before those monsters took him.

Be so alone.

A young adventurer clad in green approaches me, looking for a place to hide from the monsters. His face is young and full of hope, I don't know where he came from or what he is doing here. I feel bad for this child, he should have the future I wasted away. I leave the sword out for him, I don't want this child to be by himself in this world.

"It's dangerous to go alone! Take this!" I say. The boy take the sword, with poor joy and raises hit over his head and runs out.

I can die with a purpose in life.

E: Write in your message if you want to be carrying the casket.