August 3rd — I walked even further today. Decided to make a game of it. Cheered myself on for every half-hour of walking. I imagined my family smiling and clapping for me. The sky was clear, and there were a few birds; hawks, I think. I’m pretty sure I’m sunburned. I was so thirsty by the time I was done. Thank god for my water bottle!

August 5th — Was gonna start walking yesterday morning, but it got too hot too fast. Instead, I napped all day in the cool shade, and decided to head out around dusk instead. Had to keep going! Couldn’t give up on my goal now! A few of the birds I saw yesterday were hanging out near where I was sleeping. They’re pretty majestic; big and black. I’m starting to think they might not be hawks. The setting sun is really quite beautiful out here in the desert. I had my flashlight with me, but still stumbled a few times. I think I walked even further than I did in the daytime.

August 8th — My flashlight burned out, so I can’t walk at night anymore.

Aug—
don’t know the date—all I know is that those fuckng birds are following me they have to be vultures—waiting for me to die in this fucking desert, the sick fucks i bet it was one of them that got into the propeller–crashing that plane–leaving me stranded in this godforsaken place! I thought I could get out of this—thought i’d survive i havent seen anyone out here—no rescue. No matter how far I walk, i will die alone in this fucking hell!!! the birds will pick my flesh to the bone, and no one will know I was here but for these words. This diary. Fuck those birds