Dear diary,

I guess I'm too much of a skeptic. We reached the Oasis and there's water but we're not drinking from that puddle because we have plenty of water.

Goodman's convinced that this Oasis is the key to leaving this desert. I'll be happy if we actually get to leave, I'm tired of dealing with sand. Doty's still sleeping soundly. I wish I could sleep soundly. I'm too paranoid because of the sand bugs. I can't believe that thing was in my ear.

The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

Even now I get this urge to just blow stuff up. I know it's bad but like, I can't help it.

Love,

Tina