Either the assailants are growing weak trying to maintain their rouse of comradery or they’re baiting me…
Tonight there was minimal interaction, which also means no fights…each day my fear intensifies, I may not prevail in this battle of will and I do not know how to move forward. How does one walk into the dark knowing each step could be their last???
The young female assailant ate chicken soup when she thought i wasn’t looking. She gave me a terrifying “SO WHAT” look when she saw that I saw her. CHICKEN SOUP? She has NEVER done such a thing, I’m sure there’s a metaphor she wishes to convey yet my mind is too scared and tired to figure it out.
The older Male assailant got up without objection when I asked something, ON THE FIRST ASK, yes…I know please dont say it aloud, it’s obvious my days are numbered. It’s possible ALL of our days are numbered, this could very well signify the beginning of the end 😳