Days in the Desert

One Day in August, I think.
I found a blank book out here, with a pen inside. I guess this is my journal now?

Hello. My name is Dillon. I've lost track of the days, time has eroded my memories, and my knowledge has faded away with the water.

I think I had parents once, but two people have definitely left me here, alone and trying to survive. Oh, and possibly a third person. She was small.

I don't really know anything anymore.

And honestly, I don't care.

(I'm surprised I still know how to write, though. Huh.)

13th of August
I'm going to call these days random numbers, since I don't have a calendar. I wouldn't need one, anyways. I don't like schedules.

I found an owl hiding in a cactus today.

I ate it.

Hmm. Slightly morbid.

I went to bed when the sun was high. When the moon was in the sky, I went to the river to get a drink of water.

Oh, and I saw a fennec fox. They're suprisingly cute. I swear I'm never going to kill of them.