Dear diary,

The outside sucks.

Goodman found out about bookworm, I'm sorry. He ate him.

Also the outside sucks. We have to walk so much. We walked so far that I can't even see the cave anymore. I call it a cave but Goodman says it's a bunker. I don't really know what a bunker is exactly. But I know it should be made out of concrete, not dirt. Our cave was dirt so it wasn't a bunker. Silly Goodman. I still don't understand why we had to blow up the cave, but whatever. We're homeless now.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

At least you still got my bag diary. It must be nice and cozy in there.

We still haven't seen mommy anywhere. Goodman just glares at me whenever I ask where she is. I stopped asking when he said he was going to leave me behind. He's so mean.

I wish mommy was here.

Love,

Tina