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Saturday, 13.12.2008

My flaming diary,

Today I made my first molotov cocktail. It was horrid. We were forced to act on our first conflict, after all that careful sneaking in this city. The shooting and explosions must've attracted the others to our way and we must make a haste. Chris also said next time I might have to learn how to use a gun. Only burning carcasses, blood on pure white snow and footprints are left from that scene. For the first time in my life, I ran so hard that I barely could breath for ten minutes after that. My legs are going to be sore tomorrow.