I can't sleep because I feel nauseous, and my head is spinning. It must have been the soup—it tasted strange anyway. I'd better get out of here. The man doesn't seem very trustworthy. He looks odd. His constant questioning irritated me. Besides, there was a smell of blood in the cabin.
I quietly gathered my belongings, pulled the door shut, and stepped out into the dark night. I don't know if I did the right thing, but staying there didn't feel right to me.
I entered a forest, weighed down by my backpack and my nausea. I collapsed to the ground and whispered a prayer. That man must have poisoned me.
I'm in a terrible situation. I can hear wolves howling. I need to start a fire. I only have five matchsticks left, but the weather isn't too bad, so I managed to light it easily. Fire is a source of morale. I boiled some water and drank it. I started to feel a little better.
I have made so many plans in life, yet here I am, facing unforeseen circumstances. Also, for the first time in a long while, I noticed the stars because the city lights always hid them.
I need to rest properly and set out at dawn. My journey is long.