DAY THREE (September 24th, 2004 9p)
Maybe, I should start writing more everyday. It's good practice. I was a journalist, back in Australia. My family's probably scared as hell, right now. I'm lucky I survived. Can't wait to get off this rock. I thought I heard those whispers again today. I haven't been getting enough sleep. I started making a tent and it's pretty good, if I do say so myself. Today, some guy, actually shot shrapnel guy! The shrapnel guy turned out to be a U.S. Marshall and someone took a gun off of him and shot him. But, the bad news is that he didn't kill him. The doctor had to kill him himself but, it took awhile. There was only one bullet. I hope no one gets carried away with the guns. I was in the jungle, today and I saw that dog, Michael was looking for. I chased him but, he ran away, fast. I met this girl, Janelle. Funny, she's keeping a journal, too. She calls it a diary. I guess this is a diary but...Writing is the only thing that's keeping me sane on this island. Maybe, I should take a walk but, it's getting dark.