***** DAY 05 ******
When I wake up the next morning, the first thought in my mind is Stephen. I sit up. Light is coming through the holes in the trees. I stand up and walk towards Stephen’s corpse, which is only a couple of meters away from us. Not much of smell yet, but soon he will.
I look for a branch with a pointed end and sit beside Stephen’s corpse. Then I start to dig. I am not sure how deep the soil is in this man-made forest, but it should be enough to bury his body. Although, I am not sure how long it will last before I can dig at least a foot deep.
I scratch my nose. Let’s see how long my patience will last. I’m not naturally patient, but I am taught to learn it. When the restaurant manager made me into his slave, I allow it, until he starts to physically hurt me. Emotionall
