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Saturday, 20.12.2008

My achy diary,

I woke up in a terrible ache in my head today and Chris told I hit my head while we were chased by that monstrous thing. All I can remember that we ran and ran, met a gang of dead subway travelers, the bazooka hit the ceiling and then I felt something hitting my head. Looks like I've been out from the action for several days. But the nightmare continues, as we're stuck between rubbles like in the dream. What a strange dream I had, something about a big metallic suit and Bruce Lee... Darn, it was just a dream, I was about to be so tough.